The Child Who Once Was
* A day after my triumphant battle against Covid19 which lasted for
about six weeks, I wrote this verse. I am thankful and have realized,
never to take life for granted ever again*
The Child Who Once Was
Gazing across imaginary bridge sensing the stark reality of his
unforeseen last breath of day
Silent vertical steps ascending took a glimpse of the other side
mottled shades of indistinct gray
Memory of a dire scene skillfully contrived noticed weakness in
human naivete so furtively deceived
Faint voices while flesh hovers in what seemed like an eternity
reverberate sound of rapture unperceived
Death a new beginning devoid of pain elevates sadness to bliss
ending preconceived upheld notions
When dreams enfold every ounce of being then tenderly caress
acceptance banish prehistoric illusions
Receding waves of enduring torments yielded healing moments
allowing the soul to discover inner space
Amidst the cradle of darkness flow tears of contentment for the
child who once was received celestial grace
02/13/20221
5:17 p.m.
Intown Suites
Riviera Beach
Florida USA
Copyright © Anselmo Boles | Year Posted 2021
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