Archive for October, 1997
Reveal to me
All that you are
Show me treasures of
happier times
The scars you cover
with your shield.
Pay no attention to the
man behind the curtain
he is the illusion
It is the man in the mirror
who holds the key
Cardboard cut out
The surface of an immense fortune.
I bow down before you
though I don’t know if you really exist
I prostrate myself before you
searching for redemption
seeking guidance and peace
Is it faith
Is it belief
Is it habit
Do I believe in you as
the Omni present being?
I do not know.
Yet I call your name
for solace
for comfort
for protection
I invoke the power of the word “GOD”
but is there any deeply held belief behind it?
Candles in a window
symbol of someone lost
an innocent alone in the cruel world
How many candles
in how many windows
burned for me
when I was lost
when my innocence was taken?
No light shone
the windows shuttered up tight
Who will grieve for the child I was
Who will feel the loss for what I was
and for I will never be again.
I have survived
grieving alone
never to be the same
changed in ways
undetectable
yet
unimaginable
