7/4/11

Sinking slowly under, grasping light and gasping air,
Drifting through the sorted shadows left from days gone by,
caught along the current's edge 'twixt comfort and despair,
Singing sorrow's symphony of laughter, screams, and sighs.
When will I emerge from these dark brooding depths i've found?
Can one swim to shore, once so far stranded and estranged?
Or perhaps, not fight the tide nor fear that i may drown,
But let the water fill my lungs and know that I am changed.

7/3/11

An uncoiled, loosened, lifeless spring,
A damaged object of my care,
Oh how I mourned this broken thing,
Which you might fix if you were there.
But then so much to my surprise,
A patient calmness came to me.
As though viewed through your watchful eyes,
Your deftness and your clarity.
I carried out the quick repairs,
And wondered as I worked the parts,
Remembrance conquers all despair,
And mends the clockwork of the heart.

7/2/11

At 1 AM a light went on,
And that which smoldered was put out.
At last a hollow want was gone,
A worried mind made free from doubt.
A broken thing made whole at last,
A fissure finally set to heal,
What once had haunted in the past,
From ghostly visage was made real.
Where all was lost, and swept beyond,
A simple hopeful glimmer shines.
At 1AM a light went on,
And with it darkness from my mind.

7/1/11

There comes a time when we must choose retreat,
Denying every urge to forge ahead.
Despite our wish to press on valiantly,
We must fall back and leave the fight instead.
All pressure, expectation, and desire,
Compels our courage and our steady force,
Yet greater show of strength must be required,
To halt, declining from such steady course.
This life shall never cease it's challenges,
One ending conflict follows with the next,
And hope of finding one's survival is,
In choosing which are fought or laid to rest.
The patience we must learn oft proves to be,
The truest measure of one's bravery.