Back in the saddle

I talked about meeting with people somewhat recently to share my work. That's going well for me but I'm still hoping for headway into any kind of publication. Until then, I'm going to use this post to share the poem they've all enjoyed the most.

EDIT - I didn't realize when I posted this that I hadn't cut off the second poem. Apologies for that and I've broken them into separate pieces so you enjoy them both!

Standing on top of the world

Lights flashing, cars moving

People bustling from place to place without a care

Never stopping, constantly in motion

I can finally see my life for what it is

To the left of me lies the past

Covered windows, children crying

Being abused, both mentally and physically

Yet I still see hope and determination

Strength to rise above what they're expected to become

To become a better person, a better man, a better father

In front of me lies an outline, a blueprint of things to come

A path yet to be blazed, with two distinct possibilities

I can see the break in it, with two separate directions

One leading back towards the left, to become what is expected of me

And one to the right, towards bright lights emanating change

And to the right is a path covered by brightness

Sight seen, yet sight unseen

There will be a change here, a leap from the pain

This path leads towards the ultimate reward

To the final fulfillment of a boyhood dream

I began to walk down that path today

Towards change, a new beginning

Finally, fully, accepting that I could escape my past

By taking a leap of faith

By embracing my future

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Suspension of disbelief, a second held in the hands of time

Faith restored by one action, a simple wave.

Fingers twirled once

Eyes dance with dreams of things to come

Dreams of time spent together, no longer alone

To her, it's only a simple gesture

You're someone close to the heart, to the soul

The wave is simple to her; a gesture

Compared to the feelings curling inside of her, thoughts in her mind

You've found the inimitable

Love has come; it has broken the anger, the hate

With a simple wave, a second in time, hope is alive again

The second passes, time releases its hold

Fingers close into a fist

You walk to her, feet powered by raw emotion

You are hers, she is yours

It's hope, forgiveness, patience, and acceptance.

Love is your religion.

Love is faith. 

Till next time.