The sky shimmers
masking the shadow
that lies on the heart.
The earth feels solid
as I walk along the path
yet, a chasm opens
seeking to draw me down
into the depths.
It seems so long ago
that I took that step
to discover myself
as I began to write
began to explore deeply
those feelings
that lie just below the crust
breaking out in midnight tears
wraiths weaving their threads
entwining themselves
in and through my life.
Each day I use words
discovering hidden myths
as I scrape the surface
ever searching for truth
buried under layers of life
where lies and deceit take root
choking out the dream.
I know I’m not as clever
in the words that I use,
and there are moments
when I can’t write what I see.
But age and nature conspire
and I have only a short time
to put out into poorly written verses
that which lies heavy on the heart.
To write is to be free
to envision paradise reborn
in the moments of my life.