I wonder when it is
our natural sense
will reach out,
when no other aspect of our lives
might allow.
If in the moment
our greatest fears come to haunt
the shattered Grace
holds the fabric of sanity,
how swift the consequence.
Perhaps a glass of scotch
may deaden the pain
slamming my mind against
any suitable recourse
beyond survival.
I walked outside of my body,
hoping ne’er to find a return.
Personal Testimony 