Crossroads
Here I stand mirroring my soul
Descending in the inner of my existence
Investigating my cobwebbed subconscious
Analazying Who I am,What I want
So many questions,too little answers
Here I am,the prosecutor of each thought
and of my every emotion
Here I dig deeper and deeper
in my moonless well of fear
and my starlit splash of hope
Faithful and doubtful of which path to take
Knowing I'll never go back to the path
which leads to mental bruises of shame
I've been there,can still llisten
to the echo of hollowness
Can still feel the ombra of solitude
Still haunted by its darkness
Still living with its ghostly mist
I will not return to that cursing thomb
to that golden circle of polished snakes
I will go on to find the path,the path I long for
It is a desert path,but it leads to a stream
A stream where I can bathe naked
Where I can feel fresh water on my skin
and manna on my lips
A stream where I am not stoned for what I feel
Every drop of dew would glisten
and purify my sin
I am going to that stream where I can breathe
and unsuffocate my dream
I am going to that place where I can love
Where I can live,where I'll be loved
Here I stand in the middle of nowhere
asking myself which direction am to take
Here I stand waiting justice for the wholly of myself
So very close to heaven,yet not far away from hell
Here I am,Still at Crossroads
PS~A revised Oldie
Copyright © Charmaine Chircop | Year Posted 2014
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