I look in on the world
and see its movements
through the scope of one
who has lived it before -
the same destructive path
fraught with the same
destructive, dangerous characters -
and I do not lose faith,
for though I have no recollection how,
I know we have been here before
and made it to the other side unscathed,
save for the memories
burned into our histories
to be ignored by our future selves;
doomed to suffer the same trials
for a different progress -
always lambs calmly
traveling the same paths
to be shorn.
Category: Poetry
Fragile
In the blue-black darkness
of a hopeful morning
you are the brightest star
slicing through the haze
of doubt and sleep.
You reach down into the depths
of muddy murkiness
and pull me from my mind's stupor;
you insert the steel in my spine
allowing me to move forward.
In the face of questioning doubt,
you shield me with your sweet song
of reassurance, letting me know
I am good and can be free
to be me. You make me strong.
With deft hands you have built
me up, for you see the fragility
in me - you see all of me -
as though you lived in my head.
Go gentle; you can break me.