June 2013 – POETRY

I stood there, washed up on the shore

listening to evanescent waves hugging my bare calves,

what a place I have come across,

warmly left at the mercy of a fiery blanket of blue.

It’s been the place I lived for

whispering my deadliest secrets while praying it’ll keep them,

softly swallowing that guilt

I must now leave behind in the quarries of its inanimate soul.

It must be fate, then,

that years after I glorified its innate ability to hide me in its grasp,

that I begin to fear

the incredible fright of finally crawling out of its protective realm.

I dreamed about days

where I would wonder its streets forever, ’til the sky turned off,

steadily getting dimmer

until all I saw was the nighttime beauty that radiates from its core.

Walking away from this

is like taking a completed jigsaw and breaking up the pieces,

so after you look down

all you have are the memories of what you had before.

All of the places I’ve been

only one has accepted me without investigating why I’m there.

But I was born here,

so that doesn’t count, it is the only home I really came to know.

POETRY