How could I understand
When it left my hand
That heavy burden, now lightly lost
Had released all and every cost?
The gift then revealed itself to me..
I am a constant escapee
I am a freedom loving revolutionary
I am the silent conspiracy
I am the light to a world of misery
Mine is a lost soul that swims in a bitter sea
Overlayed and swamped by waves of jealousy
Caught and held under by a rising tide of night
At the mercy of winds of animosity
Until I lose my strength and drown ashore
Foundered now ocean’s false martyr
Suns may rise, storms may fall
A light shower washes my tears away
The breeze whispers in the silence
I stir and weakly waft it away
It beckons to me in its insistence
I tell it now is not the day.
Like all who have preceded me,
I could too follow that lost way,
I’d rather draw its strength to me
And let me say what I must say.
Perhaps my heart will be finally true
I trust to find the words if I may
But I am certain what I must do
For today will always be the day.
To write the unread poem
To sing the unsung song
To tell the untold story
To live the unlived life.
And perhaps comfort the lost
Or perhaps salve a broken wound
Perhaps shine a light of love
Hopefully in a life of another.