Living guilt, for past transgressions, creates cripples.
Throughout one’s life time, they creates ripples
in the fabric of one’s living tapestry.
For some, never to realize the essence of the mystery
as we watch so many slip away,
with guilt, always there, to stay.
As we walk towards tomorrow’s horizon
looking for that elusive sunset
that will carry us past all of yesterday’s sunrises,
sunrises that brought so many a wrong filled day.
So !, so many a shattered spirit
cling to the scars covering most of it.
Scars becoming the walls
that make up the halls
in which the tapestry of one’s journey hang,
echoing moments, never sang.
I’ve known so many who’s dreams never became.
So many who’s dreams never realized, always the same
becomes the sadness in their eye, in their broken heart.
Life is an audacity of so many hues,
leaving traces of what was once good news.
Life passes us by so quickly, time after time.
Often bringing us into a beautiful rhyme
that takes us into places so sublime,
time, after time, after time.
B. J. "A" 2
June 20th 2013