By JC Smith3

I try to see now
what I should have seen then
when the light shone so bright
and the shadows were never dark enough

I once would walk on
when I could have walked home
with the moon guiding me
and acknowledging empty tiny steps

I heard that big voice
with a washed heart of guilt
daring traps in my path
to fell the flesh hung upon these proud bones

I practiced kindness
which never strained to bow
to what now warbles off
without a hint of wisdom.

Oh pretense! Where is your pain and message?

I sit and wonder
when I once would laugh
winging my way through minds
worrying on my vast wasteland within.

I so try to see
but who can see again
when the light has moved on
to the numberless waiting in darkness?