Dead to the outside world

It was my turmoil moment
Storm was brewing outside
Parts of me was getting wet
And was dying of cold

It came in unexpected moment
When I was loosing my focus
And carrying on living my life
But then, I wouldn't scold its coming.

~ Common poorwill ~
Hibernating to preserve energy

I should thank its reminder
Of how cruel the outside world was
To my tiny fragile heart
And as part of me was dying
It was time for the self healing

Going inside is the tranquilizer
Silence is to be my friend
Hibernation is my undoing
For the chi to mend my broken spirit

Making my own cocoon
That's what I am doing
Good words of others can not help
It is theirs not mine
As I'm under good care of my Lord

Pain will be within
When I'm fighting the Love
Sorrow will stay inside
When I'm refusing the Gift
Knowing that will be stupid of me
Creating my own living hell

I'm not about letting them in
Storm, pain and sorrow
Are to stay outside
In my moment of healing
Dead to the outside world
Is my moment of truth

Once again,
welcoming the day

I am bringing myself to my Lord
When nothing can help
To ease the pain
To erase the sorrow
To calm the storm
I am to be healed

As this tiny fragile of me is budding up
To once again welcoming the day
I should keep in mind
This hard lesson of love and life:
Seek not the outside fulfillment
For its pure and refreshing source is within

†ђąηk ўσυ Lord!