your headlights broke my darkness,
blinding me in the night
causing me to spiral downward
in a battle for my life
healing broken darkness
is a daunting affair
the process so painful
i’ve resorted to prayer
on my knees i plead
as darkness reigns
i feel a sense of urgency
my soul longing for change
although light is required
for love to survive
i prefer the twilight
to false light blinding my eyes
Fog fills her head rendering her numb
there is nothing to feel, see or hear
save the rumbling chorus of the half dead
mutants crouched behind dumpsters
sheltered under blankets in doorways
hidden in plain sight
the unseen fog-filled beings of the night
a foreshadowing of a zombie apocalypse
induced by greed; sustained through apathy
by day the world is too loud, too bright
she cannot control the chaos in her head
she must find the fog to smother her thoughts
swallow the light and muffle the noise
her heart is filled with dread
she cannot force a smile
or look you in the eye
only through her light
can she confront
that is taking
This poem is dedicated to all the lost souls battling addiction. May you find your light❤️
I saw you on the mountain waving your arms at me,
not asking to be saved, rather rejoicing in being free.
You turned and gestured for me to follow, over the ridge and beyond.
I hesitated and didn’t take the step and suddenly you’re gone.
Now when I look upon that mountain, where you waved and drew my eye,
I realize you weren’t calling me home, you just came to say goodbye.
But someday I’ll take that journey, climbing high upon the ridge,
and join you on the mountain to say farewell to a life well lived.
Post Script: This poem in honor of my Bubba Todd and hiking buddy. Meet ya on the mountain brother!