Walking Dead

“Burnout is nature's way of telling you, you've been going through the motions your soul has departed; you're a zombie, a member of the walking dead, a sleepwalker. False optimism is like administrating stimulants to an exhausted nervous system.”

― Sam Keen

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Oh Lord

Sometimes I wake up

It can be in the middle of the night

It can be in the half light of morning

And say to myself

“I cannot do this any more”

I cannot get up on more morning

I cannot talk to one more person

I cannot deal with one more fear

I cannot get up, and get dressed

And walk out the door to work

One more day

I cannot continue

Down that road called life

Carrying all the mistakes I have made

Remembering all the friendships I left along the road

Dealing with all the inner demons

That bite and

Gouge

At what is left

of

me

Sometimes I feel

Like the walking dead

A sleepwalker

One whose soul has departed

But the day is still there

The work is still to be done

The road stretches on

And so

I put one foot in front of the other

I feel the earth beneath my feet

I hear the sound of birds singing

And feel the breeze on my face

I see the smile of someone I know

And I know that I am still alive

I go inside

And rummage around

The shabby remains of my inner self

And there

In a corner

I find a scrap

Of the sacred

Just a piece

So small

But still, there, real

And cupping it in my hands

I hold this treasure

Gently

I hold this treasure

Hopefully

I hold this treasure

Tightly

and then the spirit grows

then the spirit flows

then the spirit moves

and with its power

transforms

and I am once again

connected with my soul

my God

my life

and I say to myself

we

we can do this