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In the winter of
My darkest sadness
A candle glows,
Tiny and so far away.
It gives the darkness
A focal point and I
Struggle my way towards it.

Another candle lights my way.
I don’t know where it came from
But it makes a fearful journey
So much easier to manage,
And I eventually will dance
On thistledown to
The music of the Skylarks
In a sun-filled, cloudless sky.
  ljm
Working to chase the blues away.
There is no glory in just managing
And small reward for only trying.
Flags cannot be proudly planted
Only half way up the mountain.

Footprints must be left in concrete
Never in the sand of trends
Where tides of fancy wash across them
With only ripples left behind.

Hearts blood must be spilled on altars
Situated in the realm of wonder
Never on the mundane pathways  
Always walked across by Rabble.

Raising up the tallest flagpole
Is a useless exercise
Unless the banner hung upon it
Imparts healing to the masses.

A follower is not the leader.
The helper never wins the crown.
The one who fires the starting gun
Is not the one who wins the race.

There is no gold in rocky caverns
That have all been dug before.
Diamonds can be manufactured
But their shine is not the same.

All that’s left is conquering
Impediments that bar the way
To ribbons, crowns and accolades
That etch your name in history
        ljm
On reading the last stanza, the author says....."AS  IF  !
Share your darkness with me.
The way it creeps in and steals the light.
Paint me a vision
Of how it reaches out
To grasp you tight.

Open the door
Of the closet in your mind.
Show me the monsters
Who’ve never been kind.

Let me see the shadows
You’ve tucked behind smiles,
The grief in your silence,
The ache that beguiles.

Name what still lingers,
What groans, low and deep,
And I will hold it with you
Until it learns to sleep.
When you want to reach a loved one in their dark.
So easy for you being done with me
Tears cried for your name
Things begin looking up for a bit
They always end the same
That doesn't make much sense to me
Spin circles round and round
Scream at the top of my lungs that I love you
Your ears just ignore the sound
Like trapped inside a transparent box
Too incompetent to escape
Hands are bound with ropes
My mouth is covered in tape
To make peace with you is all I desire
Understand irrational fears
On surface situation is black-and-white
Beneath layers more complex than it appears
You think everything is so simple but to me it couldn't be more complicated
Eyeliner of passion, fire for motivation,
I carve my name on the stone of salvation.
The gem in my ring gleams brighter than day—
A mirror of me, blazing my way.

The traitors cry as I rise, pulling knives from my back,
Let them yap—clearly, I’ve got what they lack.
I don’t care now—my silence is stitched
With the kind of success even their heirs can’t eclipse.

My niche on this earth was carved at birth,
A soul too sharp for this cowardly world.
Mother bore more than a child—she bore a flame,
And nature crowned her brave, giving my name.

Let the dogs bark; they won't cry when I'm gone.
I live for her—she’s the reason I’m strong.
Forget the world, their noise, their bother—
I fight for one: she’s the mother.
Silence,
Quiet,
Abandonment.

Some people know
the art of hurting so well
that they hurt you
where it hurts the most.
As the day broke,
I took a walk through
the trail in a forest.
The golden rays of the sun
penetrated through the thick canopies.
The soft sound of a cascading brook,
broke the silence of tranquility.
A little walk downwards,
as I followed the sound,
I found
a beautiful waterfall in all its glory
as if it had been waiting for me,
a beautiful, serene picture
to capture in memory.
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