(God’s ? Sonnet by Timothy J. Verret about the need to connect with others and myself)
If you search me and test me, you will know
that I cannot sit still; paralysis.
If you find me and untest me, please go
tell of what you’ve seen with blemished iris.
My awakenings are awful, best days.
When out, I witness others surface dive.
“I’m fine. I’m okay. I got this! MY WAYS!”
While I’m, “You see, I feel….am I alive?”
I’m pushing “half measures” in prayers and praise.
I pull all near, then I empty our cup.
If you got, “I’m good,” and me, hurt ablaze,
“Houston, we have a problem!” God Back-Up!
I don’t mean to be someone so silent.
It’s just right now, I’m being self-violent.