Friday, December 30, 2016

Since I Saw You Last: A Poem

Since I saw you last
The façades have faded
I know you've realized
You don't like what you've found
And we can't go back.

When I saw you last
We gazed beyond
To the horizon
Where all was silent.

Since I saw you last
Grace found us
By the side of the road
Wishing, waiting, wanting
Will you let me go?

When I saw you last
You asked me if I believed it anymore
No, I said.
No, I don't.

Since I saw you last
The sun still shines
The stars haven't dimmed
But the moon is gone
And I can't see anymore.

Thursday, December 29, 2016

The terror beyond

Fools rush in where angels fear to tread.

Dangerous territory, where even the most divine of beings wouldn't dare venture.

They know what's coming. What lies ahead.

Maybe so do you. But you take a leap of faith, anyway.

But it's one too far.

An act of trust, too fast.

A line crossed, beyond the point of no return.

It's too little, too late.

The fearful pause.

The tense moments where you can hear your heart thumping furiously against your chest.

The sudden, overwhelming silence amidst the cacophony.

The cries of despair as the world falls in around you.

Where time slows to a halt.

Where it's too late to stop what's coming.

Wednesday, December 28, 2016

To new shores

"Man cannot discover new oceans unless he has the courage to lose sight of the shore."
- André Gide, Les faux-monnayeurs (The Counterfeiters)

Technically, that's a misquote, but the sentiment is nonetheless the same.

The courage to lost sight of the shore. 

That courage, that independence, is a muscle, worked and built up over time and effort.

It's what led me to where I am now.

Far from "home", if I can even call it that in the first place.

It's not the first time.

Will it be the last? Who can say.

But it's a brave new world nevertheless.

Decisions and sacrifices made years ago under somewhat different auspices have culminated in a will possessed, and a way found.

May it lead to a life, made.