Where Have I Been?

micrography-mike-d Poems

# *Where have I been? Why have* NOT I been here? It's a reason, an answer, not simple or clear Pause and stop for a moment and try to explain as I drift off into the expanse of my brain Sort of been in a lull Kind of stuck in a rut No ambition; desire Don't want to do much I’ve been lacking consistency; without consensus Once driven and disciplined Vanished; off they went Some time I’ve chased after without much success If by chance I recaptured; escaped and they left Once entrenched qualities; have transformed into bubbles Their memories - a dream As my life turns to rubble A child I am chasing frantically after while further each drifts out of reach as they scatter Ask, "Where have I been?" More like, "Where am I now?" ‘Cause I live in a world with a hovering shroud No persistence of rain More an absence of sun There's no presence of pain But is vacant of fun Putting paper with pen Situation is clear Like a therapy session Pull curtain; I peer Psychotherapy works Hidden things can appear Driven crazy; berserk, like a ship you can't steer A continuous game, one that can not be won Somewhat hard to explain Like a program that's run Piece of clothing that's stained Been there since time begun And no way to contain The past can't be undone Pulling at it you tear to remove all the faults but you never get near; locked away in the vault Bang away at the door Combination is lost Feel despondent, defeated, and just at a loss Where you give up all hope There’s no way you can win Sinking down to the bottom It ends and begins… - - - Here alone in the darkness, at first, you’re afraid and wallow in pity this “mess” you have made While confined in a box It’s a self-given coffin; recluse who’s closed off Made a space can’t get lost in You wither and rot in this counterfeit grave Also, time to reflect on the choices you’ve made Loneliness not a friend; Solitude can be one Introspective - a teacher A valuable one Near impossible to fix what can not be seen Not the visible lines but what’s hidden between Archaeologist digging deep down in the dirt Resurrecting the fossils of buried down hurt Everyone has a closet with skeletons in They are not all the same in their size or within But ignoring and locking away never works You must ***get your hands ***** and dig in the dirt Facing demons or sitting in darkness for most conjures feelings of horror like seeing a ghost Though denial feels warm like it might be a friend Just like 'Brute', it stabs in the back in the end So, if life’s got you down then it’s time to get up I’m not saying it’s easy Dig down and get tough It is known that the night’s darkest right before dawn In the moment you’re weakest you’ll soon become strong Like a pendulum swing or the changing of seasons When pushed to extreme then it just goes to reason A rebounding force very soon will attack And all battle ground lost; rightfully taken back When you’ve given up hope; just about to give in At the end of your rope Feel it’s time to say “when” Meditate into silence; cut everything out Hear that voice from inside with a WARRIOR shout! If you listen the universe will direct you It has knowledge and one most important of clues Like the phase of the moon or the flow of the tides there’s a cyclical pattern all things must abide When the mountain top’s reached, one can only go down You can swim at the beach ***or give up and then drown*** Everything ebbs and flows It’s the nature of all So remember this lesson when you’re feeling small When that final point’s reached, only one way to go Now get back on your feet! With this knowledge you know You will be hurt no more ‘cause that time’s "come and gone" In the darkness no more Now it’s time for the dawn! #