Month: August 2016

how far back do our shadows cast themselves?

in my youth, did i play
admiration and bliss
shared upon others

in my adolescence, did i search
fearful and ignorant
seeking answers lost

in my mid-age, will i succumb
struggle and disconnected
are we all bound

in my old age, will i begin
joy and enlighten
the years on my eyes

though my face and attitude stretch and age, my shadow still reflects.

does the night comfort you?
or does it solidify your fears.
like terrors that tingle up your spine.
the tremors in your hands, a tell all sign.
but if you kept it all inside,
i’m sure it’d just eat you alive.

i was never one for early mornings,
didn’t care for the sun rise.
because the dawn always breaks,
when i’m still trying to sleep.
though the suns new warmth,
cuts through the cold night like a knife.

i think i fear the new day more,
then the quickly setting sun.
my eyes sting less,
when the moon beams hum.
my breath calms with the cool winds,
through the silence of the night.

i put my hand into the silver, the shift of temperature tingles along my arm.
i can feel the presence, of another who wants to connect with like minds.
grasping on to them, i pull and struggle to stay in place.
tightening my grip, pain begins to pierce me.

i cannot fight the force,
i cannot let go,
i struggle within,
will i subdue?

or is this all moot – will i always be engaged
to escape