The Longing

The Longing

In the darkness, I could not see

the demon which was clawing at me,

crying out to rise in haste,

while leaving me in mortal waste,

because this thing, I could not let go,

untouched seeds I would not sow.

So instead it came in dreams,

endless halls of running to extremes,

while haunted...chased, I ran in fear,

with screams of terror no one could hear,

for only one could hear my call,

which echoed through the endless halls,

that thing that chased me endlessly,

into a corner where I could not flee.

And there I stood in terror's grip,

letting not a single breath slip,

as it came to stand before,

while I crouched upon the floor.

And to that unknown entity,

I would not raise my eyes to see.

So it took my face in hand,

and raised it high to see the land,

and to my mortal eyes behold,

before me stood a mirror old,

and in it's breadth, there I stood,

no longer concealed beneath a hood,

that left me breathlessly distraught,

running away from all that I am naught,

and instead it stood to wait,

beckoning me to embody my fate,

for there came arms of tender embrace,

bringing finality to the endless race,

that I had run until that time,

where now I stood enshrouded in the sublime.

From the depths of the darkness unknown,

where I came to stand alone,

to face a nightmare demon it seemed,

I found instead myself redeemed.

For what was unseen, I did embrace,

leaving the endless cycle in a state of grace.

Forgiveness In Friendship

Forgiveness In Friendship

How do you apologize
when simple words cannot equate
to what was said and what was done,
before it was to late,
to halt the lips from speaking,
such heinous words in haste,
holding back the turbulent storm,
of a friendship laid in waste?

How does one say I'm sorry,
when those words are not enough,
to heal a wounded heart,
born out of anger's tempestuous rebuff?

There is no taking back
that single moment in time,
where in a feverish frenzy,
you somehow cross the line,
like a hothead, you brusquely speak,
without thought to what will come,
in the aftermath of battle,
the wounded hearts, that is the sum.

How do you admit guilt
by confessing to your sins,
and asking for forgiveness,
in a setting where no one wins?

Where do you find the strength,
to see the possibility,
of standing before the wounded,
in naught but abject humility,
to offer much more than excuses,
reasons for your words,
things that need to be said,
to ensure that you are heard.

It starts with simple words,
"I am sorry, my dear friend."
and flows from there into the earnest
explanation to the end.
And then there comes forgiveness,
if luck be on your side,
and though it is not forgotten,
your heartfelt words can turn the tide.

Because in deepest friendship,
there is more than just one fight,
more than broken hearts
that can not see the light,
There dwells within that bond,
a special love that can not hide,
even when you have faltered,
and even when you've lied.
And within it's bounds,
there is something truly unique,
forgiveness of a friend,
for all of those who seek.

She Sits Alone In Silence

She Sits Alone In Silence

She sits alone in silence
with no words upon her lips
starring past the windowpane,
into a world in full eclipse.

She sits alone in silence,
nary a breath, she is so still,
as the world passes around her,
enforcing upon her it's solemn will.

She sits alone in silence,
filled with tears she can not shed,
with eyes of bleak surrender,
and words she has left unsaid.

She sits alone in silence,
unmoving toward another's plight,
for brought to bear, she can not see
what stands before her sight

She sits alone in silence,
for the truth she can not see,
of simple words remembered,
spoken softly, "Help Me!"

She sits alone in silence,
while inside her soul does scream,
crying out for a helping hand,
if only in a dream.

She sits alone in silence,
wondering when this pain will end,
for there is no answer,
except alone, that she must fend.

She sits alone in silence,
with all unseen to common eyes,
wishing for the day,
when someone gentle will help her rise.

She sits alone in silence,
as she contemplates her fate,
where no one sees her troubled heart,
thus demanding her to wait.

She sits alone in silence,
unable to reach out,
to those who might offer love,
in understanding what its all about.

She sits alone in silence,
she is you and she is me,
without a voice to speak in turn,
forgotten is the key.