Adulthood.....The Ghetto
Exhaustion and mental breakdowns breed on this playground. Be careful how you swing on the rails, for fear you might fall, and break, and then you become wounded, too weak for the slides, too scared to once again, play. Mundane tasks become your accomplice as they cling to you like desperate shadows, incessant, impossible to catch a break. We are eager to walk and cross over the sandbox, but no one tells us that the sand is quick, dragging, it grabs, right there you sink. "Come Jesus Come," by Cece Winans is now always on repeat, for what did the bible teach us...in Him, there's the refuge we seek. In gospel music you've hidden for solace, because for you, it is really how God speaks. That is the best time to listen. Dodgeball is the game of choice in this hood, in the ghetto of adult life. You swerve and you dock, you jump and you twist but most days you are hit. At times, you rise again but other times you succumb, laying in a comatose state, breathless and crippled...