Wipe the moisture from words spoken
Then was a different time.
A shallow belief in the healing power
Not only appearances change
Internal aspects develop
Maturing to produce surprising acts.
I wish we would meet once more
My personality now encouraged to spread.
Stood from where it hid
Shadowed and intimidated
By beauty and popularity.
I was neither in my own eyes
Abuse proved the ideals of my self worth
Mirrored and lived
Through the script of thoughts.
Still my reflection is disgruntled
Shattered pieces of soul
Depicting memories of scattered remains.
Squint the eyes so this contrast won’t last
Open your soul to accept the wonder full force
Reflections are distorted when viewed from darkness
In this case ripple the surroundings
Sort through the findings
That float to the surface
Reach out, eyes closed letting the feel guide you
Grab the gift and safely pull it to your chest
Breathe and let the heart solve the rest.
As the sun shines it captures the communications between the trees
Never had a lot of range,
From behaving odd to very strange,
Pained expression for all to see,
Just hearing the call of the Banshee,
Endless whispering of far away prattle,
Leading up to a head blown death rattle.
Being alone hasn’t eluded,
Map of destruction points to secluded,
Best friends a dark reflection,
Shadow cut out to add to collection,
A demeaning job, a binned life,
Baggaged husband, shouldered wife.
Friends of history a quiet distant,
Personal contact set on resistant,
Winding slope, an inclining bend,
Kill me as I can’t seem to end,
Persevered efforts, too many to mention,
Seeking truths now I have your attention.