I’ve reached across the void
And touched a foreign place
It wasn’t soft or hard
Or wet or dry - it was though
It was - a place across the void

I reached into the here and now
And found the refuse of yesterday
Scattered about in mulching piles
The body of what was, tainted
Necrosis doing its work
The worms of idea digesting
The obsolete forms, the illusion.

I’ve reached into myself
and pulled out of myself
a whimpering, crying child
A child I found standing
Standing alone in self pity
Alone since when as a child
I, yes I, found pain too much
To much to bear alone

So I left this piece of me
This piece of my child self
So that he could bear the burden
The burden of that pain.
It is still with me, but now
Now I have found that orphan
And I am strong now

I can embrace that sorrow
I can realize the me, that is
The me, that has become
The me that was
In the distant shadows of before

09/05/2017

Posted on 09/05/2017
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