it's been a trying and enlightening week for psychological landscaping

My mental landscape is breaking down.


The lovely hills are melting into one giant flat land of doubt and insecurity.

Trees fall down, one by one, with thuds of despair and fear.

Skies turn dark and ominous from helplessness.

Flowers wither from the deadly fumes of hate and discontent.

Since this is my nightmare and I walk through it daily I have to accept it and try to wade through some streams of hope and faith.

I have to climb any lasting hills of peace and joy.

I must seek to find one last glimmer of light.

If I can do all this I will rebuild my dying landscape into a thriving environment again.