The Bystander

An old man moans of what time has withered at hand. He weeps for the many "What could have beens." He cries and longs and wishes for a memory worthy of his last. But as his mind grows weary and his clock turns its final corner he is haunted in knowing the time to live has passed and he has only been a bystander watching it go.

White Walls

the white whispers sorrow
the emptiness spews fear
it doesnt lie it only reminds
what inevitably nears

across these white walls
dance memories and faces
twirling and leaping
among the empty spaces

a road among them
i aspire to see
a glimpse of hope
what is intended to be

for now i cry
in cold hands i fall
to dwell in my hatred
of these empty white walls

THE DARKNESS DANCER

shaking in the shadows
lies the wounded darkness dancer
waiting for a gleam of light
to devastate and reveal her
to never dance and never hold
the truths dwelling deep
not again will she protect
whats never to be seen
darkness fading light consuming
fear compelling lies
light exposing all that falls
proclaiming onus ridden eyes
shaking in the shadows
lies the wounded darkness dancer
consumed by a gleam of light
where all can clearly see her

CHANGE

Change seems to be the theme of my year. An incredible metamorphosis has taken place in my mind, soul, and heart. This year i have lost people and i have gained people. My way of life and system of belief is not what it was. Soon enough i will be in an entirely new place with entirely new people. Change brings about the most complicated feelings.
change is wrapped in a cloth of fear and mourning over what will no longer be. As we walk towards change watching it closely all we can see is its clothing. but as we reach it... we strip it bare... we see what it truly is... a light of beauty reminding us that everything happens for a reason and there is a time for everything. As its clothing is gone it is free to shine its light on new ways to see.

This is how i like to think of change and it brings me hope to realize that although i am standing before change trembling in its overwhelming presence... I know im only waiting to pull away it clothing and discover what divine purpose it will shine its light on when the time comes.