Days pass like months...waiting,
For signs of progress; of improvement.
Dreading unseen tragedies,
Bound, by fetters strong; invisible.
Cannot be unlatched by reason,
Nor by wisdom; understanding waning,
Spirit pleads; weighted; still waiting.
On the outskirts of the city of Inertia,
Hope stands without, wanting to enter in.
The sentry of death forbids, angels bound.
The spirit grants lease; the payment, dear.
To move in fear, take the hour long step;
Let the inner demons roar, the outer one's threaten,
But take the step, without comparison to normality
And behold the tide receding, morning replaces the night,
Evil gives way; he stands aside to the person of faith,
Who stepped through the invisible barrier of fear.