When I am in limbo-land he saves me;
He breaches the water and pulls me out of the sand that I’m drowning in.
And then I am conscious again.
I can see his face with rushing clarity.
I suddenly feel ashamed.
I suddenly feel again,
And he is my hero.
Now we are here,
I am normal and he is tired.
We both sit there and talk about things that don’t matter.
When I can talk, I am too afraid to say things.
But when I do, he doesn’t understand me.
Mars and Venus? I think we could have some sort of sports match.
It’s funny how it finds you.
So here I am wondering how he found me.
Undetected, he emerged from the pop-up story book of my life.. I knew someday this page would unfold, but I had no idea the beauty and uniqueness that would come with it. And with every pop-up book that I’ve read, I sure am impressed with the elaborate way the paper is folded, how the colors are arranged, and just the simple way it unfolds at the right time. And that’s me, I guess. And my God has each page waiting for me to open. But with any good book, it’s always read in good time.