Banging Bangs

Finally, my way is clear I can see the the beauty in all Things others don't notice Or dismiss, as insignificant, small The sound of water flowing The smell of crisp clean air Inundates my being With what all living things share I let go of all my fears And open my eyes Only to see stupid bangs Hiding the revelation that cries .................to be KNOWN Fighting against their presence Despising the hair on my head Life drains from wonder And plummets me into the lake of the dead The sunlight shines down Piercing the comfort of sight I move my bangs for full vision To reveal I've lost my light After much struggle and anger I leave my bangs where they are And I begin to perceive The blood, torn flesh, the scars I just wanted to see and enjoy But bangs, like a curtain, got hung Between the spirit and natural worlds With the rhythm of "Broken" continually sung ....with every BANG of BELIEF Written by Trudy Schrader on 08-03-2018