Au revoir, à mon coeur et à mon âme

Walking pathways of death as respectful as one is able,

You find an occasional numb in the midst of being overwhelmed or unknowing of what to do and how to feel.

Faces of those who might know the area as home are illumined and regarded,

Faces of those visiting are studied as well out of curiosity,

And then those who are seeking a new home in this unfamiliar land;

They are the ones who you do your best to assure they have been seen,

While the world may seemingly pass them by.

In a world on edge,

Below ground can be a place to find peace.

When walking caverns that have become hallowed halls of history,

A certain stillness is found even when actively observing your surroundings;

knowing you’ve temporarily escaped the chaos and noise of society above.

In refining one’s self, you find that you also lose pieces of your “self”;

It makes you wonder if it’ll all be worthwhile,

or if it will be just another phase or season.

Something meant for a scrapbook rather than a defining step forward as a human,

Compulsion rather than immersion.

My critical eyes have been poked many times over,

But I believe the time has come to gouge them out.

For I’d rather gain knowledge blindly and objectively,

then have the privilege of sight but also the handicap of unneeded critique.

With bones dislocated, emotions suppressed or dead, and a mind rather empty;

What good would I pose as just another spoon fed oaf?

As I prepare to leave,

I don’t have a final destination.

As the mirror reflects a face that is familiar,

I don’t immediately acknowledge it as my own.

Maybe a shadow of someone I knew,

Or someone I’d rather forget I met.

Just a sketch of someone or something,

From a place no longer existent.

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Flickering Light

Sometimes the lights are on,

But no one is home.

Other times, and this is worse;

The doors are all unlocked

and the house is empty.

But then there’s those rare times,

When you have a group together but there is no light at all.

We all have lights to shine in this world,

Not just for others but even for ourself in any and all situations,

And unfortunately we are the only one in control of how our light shines.

We’ve been blessed with the ability to influence,

To share and give;

But if all we’re doing is influencing apathy,

Sharing darkness and taking everything we could never give

Where will that leave us?

Where will that leave humanity?

No matter what the world is looking like,

Or trying shove down your ears & throat;

Don’t let anyone cover or steal your light,

Remember that it is your alone.

And so, if you walk spreading darkness

Also remember you have no right to complain or lament of the dark world you in habit.

Because even if you don’t realize it,

You helped create the exact desolation that you want to escape.

You are the light.

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“You are the light of the world. A city set on a hill cannot be hidden; 15 nor does anyone light a lamp and put it under a basket, but on the lampstand, and it gives light to all who are in the house.16 Let your light shine before men in such a way that they may see your good works, and glorify your Father who is in heaven.” Matthew 5:14-16 NASB