The Edge Of November

     Like a Caterpillar to a Butterfly
I find myself in a transition
I gave myself to Jesus and
I escaped from my own prison

From the dark visions of my past
I have been blessed and set free
My eyes were opened and I realized
I was my own worst enemy

Though I still see my mother’s sad eyes
And the Devil in my father’s face
When I see those visions now
It’s something that I embrace

My dreams no longer turn into nightmares
Jesus and his Angels sing me a lullaby
Those visions can’t hurt me anymore
And they can’t make me cry

So as I look out of my window
I tell myself that it’s okay to remember
As October comes to an end and I’m
Standing on The Edge Of November

Written By: Charles Kean
10/28/2024