My Poetry

You lie with your cross hanging bare

It is what defines and saves you

Without it, you are an insect looking for warm skin

Lie close, and breathe deep, the heavy cross becomes lighter with time

 

You go back to your childhood

Full of dreams, and free of the nightmare

You waited for when the day would come

Your day of reckoning, when the world would recognize you

 

You wonder where it all went south

What you could or should have done differently

And maybe this cross wouldn't be your invisible guide to the world

But rather, a celebrated glamour-filled party you could call your own

 

Bearing upon you, these idle machinations are just the glue that keeps you stuck to it

You cannot let go, because it never will - just go

The nightmare has become you, and you are the lone traveller

Finding your way through these dark recesses

 

Space and time are the illusion of your mind

And the cross; of your body

Living a full life means accepting all that you can't have

Today is the day you begin your long journey forward, stronger for what you carry, and thriving with what you do have