words unsaid –

touch un-felt –

things unneeded fill our days –
like possibly,
perhaps,
maybe…

how often do we put aside
what matters,
holding our breath –
clinching our hands,
expecting even Atlas to shrug –

for what?

a hand we feel compelled to hold?
replies to questions – unheard?

as callous as forget,
intangible as why –
we build our lives on
could,
should –
then wonder what went wrong
when trapped in lonely –
unremembered as even midnight
by pompous dawn!

instead of regret –

appreciate the lesson learned.

instead of sorrow –

remember the prequel to the pain.

instead of doubt –

find something you know is true –

hold on to it.

life can be anything we want it to be.

we have choices to make.

there is no sentence of disparage inherited or inescapable.

no where is it written we must accept negative situations as predetermined avenues of travel.

if we encounter clouds –

inclement weather –

we have to remember the sun is still above us.

we will dry out.

and on those days when we feel everyone has heard a voice –

resounding echo –

instructing them to run away,

we have to recognize the dialogue of lies.

if nothing else you understand brings clarity to your confusion –

walk outside –

look up.

in a universe so vast –

magnificent beyond human expectation –

you were chosen to become!

of all the people that you could have been –

you are exclusively –

you!

and while you may not appreciate the gift of your creation,

someone else may find their peace –

simply because God answered their prayer –

with you…

and then those days roll in like Summer storms. 

thunder so loud, 

yet welcome distraction from the silence of all alone.

and rain –

heavy as black in a midnight sky.

it seems,

in those moments of oppression, 

there is no hope.

what purpose faith in a faceless god?

surely there is no recompense earned merely from ritual of believe.

peace –

you proclaim.

comfort from the pain. 

but somehow – 

when –

remains unknown.

and as you kneel to offer prayer for salvation, 

voices whisper eulogies to care. 

in those days, 

when life becomes just too much to bear,

you realize how it feels –

becoming undone. 

what then? 

if compassion serves purpose – 

glue to mend the broken – 

and the cupboard bare, 

do the pieces of promise just get swept away? 

sometimes, 

no matter our intention,

we end up unassigned –

unnecessary as the refuse of was,

thrown with deliberation,

into  the insignificance of – not...

long day.
short night.
and the rotation goes on and on and…

(so profound,
don’t you think –
the way your silence screams; indisposed!)

…just like wheels on highways –
unconcerned with where –
just content to roll.

(oh to hear even the echo of consent –
returning – loud –
from whispers of supposed –
consideration.)

obstinate,
don’t you think,
for you to stand outside the door to this dark room,
toss randomly –
like wooden matches flicked –
your insinuations?
ludicrous,
to presume yourself companion to my indifference.
you do not bare the scars of my assumed indiscretion.
and nowhere in the book of you
is there evidence to support incidence of (misconstrued) self-deprecation.
if not for lack of care,

i would invest more time into a study of your contradiction.
but knowing at the end of the day,
the conviction you suggest is nothing more than a mask your insensitivity holds residence behind.
careless of you –
to suppose.
when invitation was given without obligation
to sit in audience to know…

we stand in our self-imposed confines of can’t.

hiding behind unable.

comfortable in the shadows of selfish inability.

and as we barricade ourselves behind facades of doesn’t matter,

we find freedom from the threat of uncomfortable accommodation.

what exactly is the point of feigned commiseration?

even with countenance of implied benevolence,

we cannot hide the audacity of insincere.

had Adam known before that fateful bite just how bitter…

suppositions.

clouds we cannot touch –

yet stumble as we lose our way in the discord of their darkness.

today i placed you
in my box of death –
closed the lid –
allowed your darkness,
absence – from my light…

bundled up,
with ribbons of regret,
i laid your sorrow by the door –
safe outside the fortress of my heart.

silent –
contained inside my chamber of refrain –
i watched the raindrops attach themselves to windows – closed,
clinging with cold deliberation to the glass…

today i placed your memory
where the shadows grow –
waited without sound –
allowed the silence audience in the arena of despair.

today –
i lingered for a moment more
upon the shore of your demise.
said my farewells –
loosened chains of regret,
and in that instant of your escape,
this captive heart,
realized,
for the first time,
how it felt to be finally set free…