Reflection on self resurrection

What are you going to do with yourself Jessica?
When you are so dyslexic?
When you are so backwards?
When you are so upside down and all around?
When your feet are hardly ever on the ground?
Yet some how others you manage to astound?
And some others you confound?

You have always hated these things about you
At one time you saw it as a curse
But we have trained you to see every silver lining
In the grey cloud
Change your perspective on your so seeming faults
They are gifts in disguise
There are no mistakes

That is your mystery to uncover
I wish to understand that which has binded humanity
I have this theory that if we can understand fully
Then we could be free from it
Since what we are afraid of is always the unknown
If we are afraid and keep running from it then
We never face it once and for all
Then that means we are never free from it

My advantage to being backwards is this
Evil is spelled live backwards
Devil is spelled lived backwards
How many do you know who is like the living dead?
Do you ever feel half alive but mostly dead?
What is it that the zombies want?
Brains
They want your brains, your mind to think and be like them
Join us, join us they say
Oh it is swell
To feast on the living
To live off of others pain and suffering

Do you notice that the bad guys always
Seem to be sick or dead looking?
Well sometimes they can appear as
Attractive on the outside but their innards are sick
What are they sick from I wonder?
Could it be a lack of love deficiency?
Has it not been said with out love one can not live?
With out feeling the love their can be no peace?
So I would ask myself over and over
Why is their war in this world?
If it is all a mirror could it be that
There is a war going on inside me and we?
So the best way to make peace in the world
Is to go inside and make peace with in
Then would it be mirror reflected outside of us as well?
Oh how glorious it would be to see
Peace love and beauty all around me
Even on every channel of the tv
I will work towards this to see this come to be
Who else is with me?

By Jessica Schab