For Reflection's Sake
A 16-year resident upon this spinning sphere
16 turns of the calendar residing in my mind
time frozen forever-
passes from my fingers,
akin to grasping water
akin to a mother and father
while one was there, but rare
the other, well, never even bothered...
I used to wonder, hell, who really cared...
Whether living dead or some other
I tried to hide my internal despair
made it by by the hairs on my head
I fled instead with tears confined down inside
I dined at the table of lies
every day an All Hallow’s Eve,
the mask of deception I bore
always fearing what life had in store
for yours truly because problems, they knew me
with a little smile and a laugh though I quickly found,
I could tell people what they wanted to hear
without making a sound
but then I found myself within my great grandmother
the greatest woman to live, a soul like no other
led me from the pain, the terror and anguish,
taught me the discipline of God’s language
my outlook grew brighter, as so did I
the dagger of life desired me to die
to old ways
but that’s okay
because my old flesh was slain
replaced by a plain
but complex index, a transient new plane
a new game I knew to truly have a chance
to win, and with it I am entranced.
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