Shining Thru

Walking down the cool midnight path, Looking into the inky darkness that is brightened by the mood and stars, Until the clouds slowly move in ad block the light…Keep walking in the blueish blackness of the blank night, wondering what lays ahead.  Walking confidently as you know the way, you keep your head up and and pace moving like you can see where you’re going.  Quick glimpses from the moon peaking out from behind the clouds give you quiet assurances that you haven’t lost your way.  Walking, you know the distance isn’t far.  Walking, you know you will get there in the end.  Walking in the night there is a peacefulness that falls on your heart and mind as there is nothing to distracting you in the blanket of darkness that surrounds you.  Walking in the comfort of midnight you pass one thing after another, alone on the path you know you can’t be disturbed, knowing the path and knowing the destination gives you a peace that evaded you during the day.  In the day you can see what is around you and get distracted from your path.  The Midnight path gives you a clarity that you can only find in the darkness.

I stumble as I walk through the dimly lit maze, another turn.  Focusing on the torch light up ahead I keep moving.  Frustrated at all of the breakthroughs and stumbles.  Looking each way from the center.  Going Left or Going Right….how am I to know?  I hear something so I move in the opposite direction.  Lost among the massive passages.  Continuing to move out of sight. Continuing to move without a map.  I wonder how long I’ve been walking.  I’m starting to ache.  No time to slow down.  No time to look first.  Keep walking, round and round, this way and that.  Lost in the dim light of the tunnel.  What was that?……Was something there, or just a shadow jumping up and down on the wall?  Did something move down there?  Taking the torch off the wall I continue to move.  Keeping close to the wall, I wonder what will happen next.  I wonder if I will ever get out.

Looking into her vacant eyes

Seeing the disappoint of her life

The pain and suffering trials

As the sun goes down the lights go out

Too hurt, dirty, and poor to get attention and help

Ignored as she sufferes in silence

You can see but don’t know how to approach

She pretends to read the book trying to gain an escape

Dreading the bus trip home but not as much as the arrival

The cold, dark, damp, and empty welcome that comes each day

Stomach rumbling as she closes the door

Going to bed under the thin ragged covers

Afraid to complain, and not knowing anything different

Living sad and lonely, dreams of breaking free

Reaching out with an encouraging smile, and gentle touch

You see her there but no plan of action

No right to intervene

No right to care, but can’t resist

The urge to hold and comfort someone so young yet so full of affliction

Not able to compare your own life of comfort to the one you see in front of you

So lost and lonely, with no link to everyone around her

Feeling the weight of her differences with no way to hid them

She remains in the back corner alone

A walk through the woods not able to see through the leaves

Trying to see the sun and the light

Stuck int he shadows and darkness

Just enough light to play tricks on your eyes

Seeing things that are wondering around in the mist of fiction and storybooks

Reality catching up with you when you turn the corner

Enclosed in darkness once again just when you thought you had reached the clearing

Not even light to see your foot path

Just the specs in tree tops

Nothing reaching the bottom of the woods

Nothing reaching the path you so desperately want to see

Looking but not seeing where you are headed

Hoping you will recognize something soon.

Sadness

Greyness

Dull light penetrates the gloom

Clouds enclose on clarity

Overwhelmed you sit down

Looking around to see nothing

Nothing but a haze

Nothing but a blurr

You blink but can’t focus

You rub your eyes to no avail

Only seeing a foot in front

a foot behind, all directions…nothing

The colors have disappeared

everything blends into dull and faded

No way to escape the haze