Tuesday, December 27, 2016

One Christmas Eve night

Twas a winter's night
Tinsel and a single light,
Lit up that little room
And a poinsettia in full bloom.

A single blanket, on a single bed
With a single light, the two laid and read,
"The night before Christmas", he said
As they snuggled, she kissed him on the forehead.

As he read in that little room
With the poinsettia in full bloom,
Thru the little window she looked at the sky
Just as a single snowflake drifted by.

She jumped up from that single bed
To the window she sped,
With a look of joy
"come quick!", She gestured to the boy.

Up from the bed by that single light
To the window he went to see the sight,
That single snowflake, was now a whitened sky
Winter had come, a few flakes to say hi.

They watched, those two
Christmas lights coming on, as if on cue;
From that single window, with the single light
The falling flakes, colorful lights, filling the night.

"Merry Christmas" she said
In that little room with the single bed.
"Merry Christmas" he replied
As a winter wonderland was forming outside.

They kissed and he held her tight
As they watched the snow on that winter's night,
"This night is perfect" she said at the beautiful sight
In that little room, with that single light.

The two watched as the world turned white
On that Christmas Eve night,
They could almost hear the jingle
Of a little sleigh, and jolly ole Kris Kringle.

Wednesday, December 21, 2016

Awakening

There is a place I dare not look
Where a darkness dwells...
A darkness you won't find in any book.
In that place, that place I dare not look;
There lies, torment and anguish
Fear... earthquakes that shook, shook!
There... in Dante's Hell
There... in the deepest well
There... the screams are muted that I Yell!
That place, that is where I must go
To take back, to accept, to become whole
To cry, to mend, forgive and let go...
I've come far in my life
Overcame many obstacles, hurdles and bounds
I've known sorrow, regret, shame and strife.
I've had courage when I felt despair
I've had hope when life seemed bleak
I've had love when I felt there was no one to care.
That place... in that dank, caustic darkness
There... I must look with eyes wide open
Sit, be... within my own inwardness.
Sit with the child that I once was
Those many moons ago...
within the cryptic jaws, it gnaws.
It slashes! Rips! Is all consuming in that place.
Or so it would make me believe...
Holding me in its flagitious embrace.
Eyes wide open I must look and see;
The demons I tucked away so long ago
The memories, a vast sea.
I must take back that which I have given
That which the child endured, survived...
The darkness within shall no longer have a haven.
I will see, I will feel, I will cry one last time
and then... a leaf in the wind; I will let go
Another step forward... on this path of mine.

Saturday, December 17, 2016

Wake, wake the child

Waking... waking from the child.
We see with hazed lenses
The darkest depths are far from mild.
We've lived in shadows and half truths
Survived! And tucked the horror away... so carefully,
So our adult life could live, be, surpass our youths.

Lurking... like sleeper assassins
The terrors, the child endured to protect,
In the darkness it stares and grins.
"Come... come, lets play..."
The deep, sketchy, howling voice beckons,
"Come... step into the darkness, come play..."

What is the monster, we dare not see?
The memories we've spent years polishing,
what lies in the dark... keeping us from being free?
Is it the "Jabberwocky," vampires, the Devil!
Seducing, scraping, gnawing at our very soul!
Slamming us, molten; like firery metal on an anvil.

We draw strength from the child we once were
Failing to realize as adults, we are much mightier
The dark kept us, weakened... and unsure.
The Hell, the scorching dragon's fire!
That left the scars... must be troddened again..
To be free! To raise us higher and higher!

We must pick up the tiny shield
Enter the places we feel most naked, vulnerable;
Compassion, love, forgiveness are what we wield.
Swords and spears are useless against these foes,
We must be accepting of the darkness we see,
Weep and release our tempestuous woes.

Wake... Wake the child.
Tell them thank you and let them go...
With wakened eyes you shall no longer be beguiled.
The scars you will carry, no longer the torment
No longer the sadness, anger... just a memory,
Release the tears, darkness... continue your ascent.