Silenced

What makes us lose our voice

So much to share

Lost in the minds overgrown maze

Of old “stuff”

Something tells me not to speak.

If I dare, the voice they hear will not be my own.

And I’m reminded to stay quiet.

Locked up..

Numb.

Beyond thick layers of secrets and dread

I still see myself…

That piece of me that cannot be burdened by a world that weighs me down

She smiles, waving from a sunlit field

I used to know her,

I used to be her.

How do I get back there?

Back to her..

I cannot stay here

Stuck.

Silenced.

Slowly blending in

With this parched soil.

What Will You Bring With You?

I met you at the golden gate
Where love and peace and heaven wait…
I asked you what you brought with you,
In a life review of how you grew.
You took my hand, and your eyes met mine,
And you started to explain..
Each step you took,
Each jump you made,
The places you went,
The homes you stayed,
All crafted and cradled in wonder and light,
The dreams in the day and the stars at night…
A single bloom,
The blasted gloom,
A brand new start,
A patchwork heart…
Your song to sleep,
A river deep,
To the mountain high,
And a well earned sigh..
These little things,
All packed up small,
Filled your soul,
From spring to fall..
As you’re called back home,
Where your path began,
A little boy,
To this fine young man…