Days of our lives
We spend our lives from solstice to solstice,
creatures caught in a trap hidden by darkness
stuck in a wheel of fortune spinning in no direction
in its endless circles we lose our way.
Despair prevents our souls from healing
all through the solitude of night.
We spend our days like it’s forever night
concealing grief from solstice to solstice,
no hand reaches out in gracious healing.
Moonbeams try in vain to pierce the darkness,
we stumble through a forest losing our way
Like hound dogs running in blind direction.
Heaven has closed all roads that lead to its direction,
so we slumber dreamless, awake through the night,
hugging pain the comfort pillow life brings our way.
Our hurts multiply with each passing solstice,
our days strewn with muck and darkness
in stubborn silence we cast aside light’s healing.
Storms cannot quench earth’s thirst for healing,
Sounds of thunder and lightning beat in all direction.
We sink deeper in a crimson sea of darkness,
struggling under the waves all through the night.
Rain pellets overshadow light in summer solstice
turning into rivulets of water to flood the way.
We stare in apathy at disasters that come our way,
they only aggravate our wounds beyond healing.
we bother not to survive in winter solstice,
as flotsam pieces of our lives scatter in no direction.
We lose our strength and surrender to the night,
under an ominous sky masking the eve of darkness.
We moan and beat the air in the invisible darkness,
feeling no urge to find our feet as we fall on our way.
All the world is foggy and detached as the night,
Ugliness abounds and searches not for healing
We lose step with life’s senseless direction.
while the stakes cut deeper from solstice to solstice.
Each coming solstice may usher more darkness
we need direction to guide us on our way
bring healing to our hearts in the hollow of night.
Copyright © Josefina Costales | Year Posted 2015