(2014)
Written almost a year after the poem before it.
The one I Love most. My outlet of reason, The voice through the phone. A mirror of sorts.
Still feel alone? How, when I have friends, I have family. I have no right
A Gentle Breeze Warm crowns of light Rustling trees The summer’s delight Gossamer threads
People assume it is about the catch, the prize. And, for some it is. But for me, it is so much
In a glen there stood an oak. A towering oak,
First, A mistake. Quicksand. Second, A broken promise.
When others see me, What do they really see? Is it what they want to see? Or is it me? Do they see misconceptions
Of the Day. I want to feel alive. Whole. I want to know
Some say Hell is fire and brimstone. Some say Ice and darkness. Endless suffering, Eternal damnation.
Why do you listen to the lies? How do you not see
When is something truly hopeless? Is it when you cannot go on? When life throws impossible obstac… Is it that moment when you give up… Tired of the injustice and apathy?
Much have I wandered From one life to another. My sorrows I have pondered, injustices that threaten to smothe… A mind of barbs and brambles
The oak had a song sung from its branches. A melody
I wander the desert an empty jug my only possession. My water has long run dry, my lips now used to
I think I understand Why Adam took that bite. To throw away Eden, peace, love, God’s favor. Because, in the end,
