Exasperated

Rejoice I do with a melancholy undertone. Weightless I feel, yet gravity still pulls me downward. Out of touch with those dearest me dulling the moment, yet I still drudge on. The principles of which I embrace guide me to enlightenment. The future holds the past of sins unforgotten. Reaping what was once sewn haunts me to the point of sleepless nights. I dream of an angel that shines with an amber glow that surrounds me like a blanket of warmth in the depths of winter. Still the chill returns as if the hairs on my limbs lean to the sky. Hope I still have.