The Gift

I have seen so many children, tossed aside, emotionally and physically neglected. The listless wandering in their eyes, bodies balanced precariously on unstable ground, hearts lost in a cold vacant world, just looking for warmth and acceptance. The gift would be small and unassuming in size, yet grand and everlasting. As innocent as a passing glance, this gift would often be overlooked by bustling brokers of the dysfunctional factual calibrated societal players. An irreplaceable momentary slip through the cracks of the degradation, dust, and dishevelment these glorious little miracles are growing-up in.

I too desired that gift as a child. I was regarded as a wee bit of gum on societies shoe; I searched many a day and night for this illustrious gift. I looked through window panes, peeked around darkened corners, and dug through the muck and the grime of the gutters. Days turned into weeks, weeks into months, than year upon year I searched until I reached the moment of absolute collapse and surrender.

Absolutely, irrevocably I was defeated. I was emotionally and physically battered and bruised. I lay down in my final act of letting go of all that I had been trying to fill myself with. Just then, as if looking up for the first time, I noticed the beauty that danced above my glance for so long. My heart began to warm and a stream of salty sweet tears drifted freely down my tattered cheek.

How could it be so simple, I wondered. Full of gratitude and amazement, overwhelmed with emotion, my body grew limp. I collapsed onto the ground, curling into the fetal position; I sobbed an uncontrollable expression of relief and contentment. My body was washed over with the feeling of complete acceptance. I found what I was looking for.

All children deserve to know that they are loved and cared for.

I believe that when a child is born they represent unlimited potential; that only they hold the keys to their futures and it is our job to guide them, for they hold the key to all of our futures. When I look into a child’s eyes, I see everything that they can accomplish. How they can turn all of the pain and suffering into something beautiful. Their experiences, light or dark, hold the answers to the universe’s mysteries.

I want to give all children an ever burning light of wonder, discovery, and expression. This, you can see burning in the young and the old, regardless of station in life; if you have it, it will always shine through. Some call it a sparkle, others a glimmer, and yet still more describe it as radiating. Whatever you want to call it, whenever a child looks to you, I wish you my gift – the ability to see the radiance shining through even the most horrible of circumstances.

Fear and Degridation

Fear and degradation

A life of painful scintillation

Quandaries running through my precognitive mind

Am I alive only to suffer

Or is it to show another

That I might rise

Despite all the preordained misgivings

Of my shattered youth

My path yet unspoken

My spirit nearly broken

I travel quite heavy

Holding a world quite unsteady

Wrapped caringly in my mind’s eye

A faint glimmer of my destination

I push forward toward spiritual emancipation

As shadows of former selves rush by

A message I’ve been given

To share among only the living

Burdened with full knowledge of all the lies

Desperate measures taken

For my lover must awaken

I fear if not now

Then never will he find the man I see inside

Through the shrouded looking-glass

We walk over slivers of his past

The terror growing steadily

Though I know he is ready

To break the chains

That have bound him to this time

My courage is a token

Of my vows to him unbroken

A reminder of all I have overcome

My love, never shaken

My bond to him only strengthens

As I sit to watch

Another miracle in creation

He is about to walk through life

Eyes opened wide

If all my suffering is meant for this

The first moment he becomes aware

I would trudge through it all again

Just to see his soul free and bare

No longer tethered to the past

I regret not a single moment

My heart has not been broken

Patience is earned, never given

I will always be right here

Waiting for you

My dearest waking dream

Undone

Hopes and Dreams swiftly sweetly

Leafs and lives drifting deeply

Further down the rabbits hole

We must travel through our past

To become painfully aware

Internal conflict naked and rare 

However, externally we grin and bare

Keeping up appearances as if nothings there

Can’t sleep only lay

Mind churning eyes flood with pain

Heart racing and then it came

The warmth and comfort of being undone