Skip to content

Zombies in My Closet

November 13, 2012

Reaching out to others in my life is not always an easy thing. It’s not that I fear looking “weak” or “needy”. I think that it’s because I’m used to fending for myself, having done this sort of thing for years. Depending on others sets me up for disappointment when they aren’t there for me. I think that I let the emotions overwhelm me and blur my vision and take residence in that part of my soul where darkness likes to lurk and breed. I know I’m not alone in facing that closet full of skeletons…wait,they’re not skeletons.

They’re more like zombies. Undead oozy animated smelly corpses with flesh in all states of decomposition.

 

Yup.        

 

Zombies.

Did I mention that I’m not a huge fan of zombies? Perhaps it’s because I don’t know the ins & outs of how to survive a zombie attack. *sigh* But I digress…

The overwhelming moment when I think that I am alone and can’t handle what’s going on happened last night. I am not sure what came over me, but I forced myself to get out of the house and went for a little walk. I found myself struggling with getting caught in the rip tide of self-pity and lamenting my poor state in life when I started realizing that this is the moment.

 

The moment when I can turn to my vices for momentary “comfort” or when I beg the Lord to send me help to build up virtue. The split second when I can make a break for the light shining through the crack in the door jam or step further into the darkness to embrace the all-too-familiar-prickly arms of temptation and sin. I saw my situation for what it was last night and by His Grace, I begged for help. First, I prayed one heck of an honest prayer to God (no holds barred). Second, I turned to a friend who didn’t need me to explain, but allowed me to cry and get it out of my system without asking any questions. Peace washed over me and I knew I was not alone. We laughed about stupid things and realized that it was gonna be alright.

Birds….doorstep….(insert Bob Marley’s “Three Little Birds”).

 

 

So, I don’t know how to survive a zombie attack. That’s ok.

 

If I get taken down by zombies…that’s another post for another day. 

Advertisements
One Comment leave one →
  1. November 13, 2012 10:37 pm

    It is in the language of the soul, the deep truth of our existence that we find the connection between each other. On the surface we gravitate to the common ; to shared hobbies and interests. Yet, as we delve deeper within, out of trust and sometimes just utter desperation, we find heaven. Our inward journey leads us to heaven and there we see all and exist. You and your sentiments are lovely and heaven born. Mwah

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s

%d bloggers like this: