Direction And Protection Door Poem by John Sensele

An invisible hand switched off my light
My path fell into a frenzy flight
My hands and glands groped for a way
To restore normalcy if my neurons could pray

But red blood cells quizzed neurons who stole my direction
Demanding from neurons the restoration of protection
Trembling neurons emailed the hacker's heat and seat
Threatening retribution if in ten seconds I wasn't made fit

To board the rocket that would blast me back to happiness
So that I could leave behind the conundrum of darkness
They say I surrendered by playing the hasty hand
Which all at once diluted and depreciated the brand

God's grace granted me at birth
Scattering from inception joy dearth
Which had sneaked into my shadow
As I groped for the direction and protection flow.