I looked for life in smallest of interactions
In tiniest of words, in puniest of smiles
Lifted my head to soft spoken words
with gentleness.
I looked out in confusion between hands
and hard faces, languages not understood
Lifted my head in hearing your child's voice....
such kindness.
How young we were, how small you were,
And I, barely older, grabbed your hand in
gratefulness, in bliss, in utter joy, with eyes
fogged in blindness.
That night my arms wrapped 'round you,
My sole blanket of oblivion.
Your words, although I didn't understand,
only solace in our imprisonment.
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March 4, 2017
© Darren White
Categories:
puniest, abuse, anxiety, boy, child,
Form: Free verse
There is this pearl of a treasure that I longed to find
Entombed inside the cobweb of my human mind
My automated eyes have conceited to the ways of the world
Frankly, I have doomed myself to the sins of the old
There is wisdom in clarifications; that I’ve yearned to see
That I’ve even questioned my lawful genetics to my own humanity
And my reflections has spoken with so many different things
It rumbles and tumbles down through the puniest end of a string
There is a lot to be said when one knows not what to do
Running around in circles over the things I never knew
But the pathways have been paved and the seed has been sowed
So it just amounts to discovering as to how much I’ve truly owed
And so I found myself at the end, where journey was just beginning
Faced to face with my soul and both of us just decided on digging
To my surprise, the treasure was real and it was always there all along
I just needed to open my heart, to see, the kingdom where I belong
Wilbs-5-18-16
Categories:
puniest, baptism, god, identity, journey,
Form: Rhyme