Find your altar
I am struggling to find the positioning of my altar I am walking and cannot remember the road I used to take to get to it and each time I recalculate, I get lost. There were places I used to sit and write about you on the altar, I had questions only you were able to answer. I conversed with you often through writing but each time I dare hold my pen now, the ink dries. There were places I used to go and find you, places we met and came to conclusions about things, Though often times, words were bigger than I could of imagined, you were there and understood exactly what my heart was full of. Now I go there and I can't seem to feel your presence as I once did. When we first spoke I was rooted in your word, and you were the anchor that held me together now I stutter and became more unbalanced than a dry leaf and I can't seem to refocus on you who kept me together. I lost the rhythm in which I used to play the drum to get your attention the way in which the cor...