A Walk Through Time

Remembering times of fear and disbelief... When all the words spoken spilled with grief... From a time of feathered heartache and loss... Never getting through, and treading with a cross... Holding pain inside as choices were not mine... Lifting up my spirits alone with music and time... Standing tall in a valley as the rocks tumble down... Glimmers of light peak through as I speak with no sound... A poets words thrown on the floor till the paper grabs it all... Expressions of life and love as my whisper answers the call... My pen and mind project images like a silent movie... But the words scream out loud to tell of love and misery... Walls and carpeted floors are my playground to write... Not just of sadness , but a man who found his flight...