Coming Back

Time
Timelessness
Suspension
Grounded
Free
Prisoner
Life
Death
Here
Gone
Numb
Reborn
I am still here and not sure if I accept it fully.
Second chances are a lot of responsibility.
I waiver between gratitude and resentment.
In the end it was what I prayed for.
I have forgiven only to find it is an ongoing process
Learned to cry again but hate being hurt
I withdraw but yearn to shout out!
Life is strange at best and I am still uncertain what to make of it
The scars are fading but there is vulnerability in the healing places
In spite of pain I will do my best to earn the gift?
Life's lessons are before me and it is my choosing which stone to turn

Sittin' On the Edge

My back is to the world and it's onlsaught
The whipping winds stinging at my flesh
I pull the cloak ever tight around me
But the weathering storm seems to take my breathe

When will the gentle lofty clouds release me
Propel me to the stratosphere abound
And let me find the peace forever sought out
Whilst I have roamed these hills and sacred grounds


The pines secrets whispered but not quite heard
Truths scarcely beyond the horizoned sky
I dare not breath that I may listen
Afraid to know what lies beneath what reasons why

So as I sit on the edge with leanings forward
Wondering if my soul will take the flight
A circling soaring eagle shadows over
Disappearing into the crimson rays of days last light