Privilege
The sins of the past,
the blood on my hands,
the blood in my hands –
Who, and what, am I?
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Emotional wounds
Old scabs fall off
not revealing hard scars
but pale flesh, fragile to the touch.
Healed and healing
and growing stronger still.
Well-worn
Your love reaches me
like waves breaking upon a stone –
you wear down my rough edges
until I am smooth.
Writing your own story
It’s hard to have character
without being a character;
how else can you make a virtue
out of a vice?
Sound proof
Can you understand the horror
Of shouting into a night
That returns nothing
Not even your own words.
Janus
Imagine time
with heavy hands
that crush and mar.
Imagine time
with healing hands
smoothing out our scars.
The miracle 2
Miracles are the result of hard work,
no matter what anyone tells you.
But I sincerely hope they don’t
lose their shine with their secret,
like a magician’s trick
when we know the method.
The miracle
“No wonder you don’t smile much,”
they said regarding my sadness.
I shook my head and said,
“No – it’s a wonder I smile at all.”
That old familiar sting
Every time I talk with her,
I fall in love again.
Every time it doesn’t work
hurts just like the first.
Song of tomorrow
These endless days continue onward,
like waves flowing out into the sea
only to become dull, gray echoes
lost within the ocean.
The hands on the clock reach for me,
slowly making their way to my throat
and even as I flee their inescapable grip
I hear the closing “Click. Click. Click.” of their boot heels.
My days are a damned torrent of tomorrows,
a neverending nightmare in which novelty
is the only saving respite –
yet it erodes as well…
I want to make these moments mean something –
to regain the vigor of my youthful days
when I was a God in my back yard
and every day was a gift to be unwrapped.
I want to blow away the dust gathered on my heart,
sweep out the cobwebs collected in my soul,
and banish the stifling and stagnant air
so I can breathe again.
This life is mine and mine alone.
I refuse to spend my time running away.
Living is something that must be seized
and this is the moment I awaken from my daze.
A (wise) man of two faces 