Shrug


They care only for themselves

In this race against time.

Stuck behind pieces of thick yellow tape,

I stand, a naked and bruised pantomime,

Marsh air so thick it lingers on my tongue.

They turn their backs and shrug,

Thinking they have won.

 

He stands so close, there is no distinction.

Now we are taller and twice as strong.

There is a balance created between us,

So that together we can’t go wrong.

A touch that dulls the ache, making me warm,

His body is a double plated shield,

Keeping me safe from harm.

 

She is a reflection of my youth,

The one who knew me well.

I always guess what hides beneath

The things she doesn’t tell.

Together we grow older, and older more apart,

But I’ll always be here for her,

As it has been from the start.

 

Time races by without a second chance.

I struggle to keep up and take a look around.

Life has lost it’s simple meaning, 

With answers too profound.

Today we climb this hill, that tomorrow may be a mountain,

Whose peak holds all I wish for still,

While we bathe in it’s youthful fountain.

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Excerpt From Robert Frost Selected Poems, “The Road Not Taken”, Page 153


Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,

And sorry I could not travel both

And be one traveler, long I stood

And looked down one as far as I could 

To where it bent in the undergrowth;

 

Then took the other, as just as fair

And having perhaps the better claim,

Because it was grassy and wanted wear;

Though as for that the passing there

Had worn them really about the same,

 

And both that morning equally lay

In leaves no step had trodden black,

Oh, I kept the first for another day!

Yet knowing how way leads on to way,

I doubted if I should ever come back.

 

I shall be telling this with a sigh

Somewhere ages and ages hence:

Two roads diverged in a wood, and I-

I took the one less traveled by,

And that has made all the difference.

Universe Apart


Hope is mine

When I close my eyes

I see your face

Without disguise

You see me here

Mind open wide

Reveal to you

Everything I hide

The world is vast

And still so small

I look to you

To hear my call

Listen to your voice

A whisper in my heart

No space between us

A universe apart

 

The War Within


“But if war comes, all that will go for nothing.”~The Tryst by Michael Dibdin

Many images come to mind when I think of war- explosions, mutilations, people suffering, torture, blood, weapons, planes, helicopters, ships, missiles, bombs, victory, defeat, destruction.  The list goes on.  I am someone who believes very strongly that war should be kept as a last resort.  I’d like to say I don’t believe in war.  I’d like to think that war is an unnecessary evil.  I just don’t know how realistic that is.  The balance between good and evil has to be restored somehow. Take Hitler for example.  If no one had gone to war against Hitler and his army, what kind of world would we be living in today?

I won’t sit here and pretend I know everything there is to know about the history of the world, or war for that matter.  If it’s history you want, you’ll have to find it elsewhere.  I’ve never been much of a history buff. Maybe if I had ever experienced war on a personal level, I would feel comfortable talking about all its horrors.  The fact is, I am one of the lucky ones.  I have never been directly touched by war.  Everything I know about war I learned in books, on television, in newspapers, and from people I’ve met.  I feel I am unqualified to talk about it.

There is another kind of war, though, one that I am quite familiar with. We are all familiar with it in some way.  It’s the war within, the internal battle we fight everyday.  It takes different forms and we apply it to different circumstances, but it’s all part of the same battle.  More often than not, this battle boils down to nurture versus nature.

There was a time when I believed that everyone, and I mean everyone, was good at the core of their being.  This might sound crazy, but I believed that if someone was an outwardly “bad” person, intent on doing more harm than good, I could connect with that person on a deeper level and draw that person’s goodness to the surface.  Everyone is born innocent.  Life changes us.  I thought that knowing everyone was inherently good and finding that good in everyone would keep me from getting hurt.

Obviously, I was wrong.  The first time I was really hurt, the curtain came down, and it nearly destroyed me.  The kaleidoscope I saw our beautiful world through lost its color.   I don’t think I’ll ever fully recover, knowing what I know now.  I’ll never see the world as I saw it before, but color has returned and grows more vibrant everyday.

That is how the battle begins.  A part of me still believes that there is good in everyone.  Part of me thinks the good in some of us is buried so deep, it would take a small miracle to dig it up.  I’ve even caught myself looking at someone, wondering if good was ever there in the first place.  I try to give everyone the benefit of the doubt, but the more I see, the more difficult it becomes.  It’s a constant struggle.  A war.

That’s just one example, but the war continues in so many other ways. I will not let it harden me. I will hold onto innocence as long as I can.  I will not bury my heart.  I will dust it off, fill it with goodness, sprinkle it with love, and share it with the world. That is how the war is won.

Salvation Found


With her eyes to the future

She thought twice

Considered the consequences

Reflected on the wise

 

With her hands in the wind

She screamed out

If you believe in something

Say it loud

 

With her head in the clouds

She dreamed large

Refusing to follow along

To her own rhythm she’d march

 

With a smile on her face

The tears trickled down

Victory bells in the distance

Her salvation was found