In the last night I lie awake I won't question my life’s wake I'll leave my heart's garden a few less weeds to rake. I'll try to plant a few flowers, Replace ones that died in my dark hours, Sprinkle some seed and grow a few trees Amidst the fresh wet grass dancing in early April’s breeze.
I hope the scene is serene providing shade from the sun For my son. I told that man he could have the world He may not be in this world but I feel like he’ll be my world
Lately in my world I’ve been a bit otherworldly On the moon pondering, are these thoughts just coming too early? What if I have so many years still in me to live, Filled with so much good will still left in me to give?
My prodigal son could come to fruition Or a daughter, too smart, scholarships to axe the tuition Someone a vivid image of all I wanted to be A recurring dream of what my younger self said I would be. It feels like I blacked out for several years without shame I parted ways with so many people I couldn’t list names And raised by certain people that I’d place claims Of abandonment treating my childhood like a game Or a waged war between battling armies I swear to god my offspring would never feel this raceless apartheid That it felt like sometimes, nothing seemed to be worse Than growing up stuck wondering if your gifts are a curse.
I wish someday I either guide myself or my child Into the warm light brought upon by hope and a smile Cast upon them by my potential and graceful reconcile...
I’m one with my actions; past, present and future Knowing regret is simply just a useless venture So all I can do is be good for now and teach to be better later While I try to shun the demons of my past that cater
What I insisted I would be—its never in doubt. Either make a difference myself or bestow it on someone else So they could end my journey if I fail, Conduct my train of thoughts, turn them to actions that I derailed.
I’m stuck in accepted limbo unsure of what I can accomplish Leo DiCaprio incepted spinning a thimble in anguish To see if someday I’ll dive through a clouded finish line Million feet up with my thoughts of how it worked out in due time
If I see or create the beautiful soul that I wanted to be If I’ve given all I can to someone else to be a better me There’s nothing left for me to give, nothing more you can take In the last night I lie awake.
Its been a long time coming for me. I love writing as my undoubted passion but I've been through a whirlwind of a year where I have not let myself dive completely into committing myself to putting together a good piece although I've had many powerful prompts and ideas come into my head. Alas I was in a mood tonight where everything just came spilling out and my first finished quality piece I've put together in a year came complete in about 3 hours time. Go figure. It is as such a free-flowing piece without a lot of restrictive construction. One may even call it a lyrical or spoken word type of piece. But anyway I like it and hope you all do too. Love~