Who am I?

When the light and dark who collides?

When I my in the face of a hundred scars?

Who and I?

Shine in the light of a thousand dims!

Fight through and maybe we will be back again

Tonight is will a mystery

Me

I think I was me once, when nothing else interrupted the light.

I could call out and hear the echo of tomorrow, regardless, the darkness that threatened.

But I think I forgot

What does it mean to hold a candle and illuminate the shadow?

Am I here in the midst?

Am I breathing?

I guess we will know tomorrow.

And even if we don’t, I’ll get up and start again

Because that’s what it means to fight!

The embrace of every day

The inbounding hope that fills the gap between dark and dawn

We get up and go again and hope the light can find us when we’ve lost our way.

So step forward, one tentative step at a time

And keep going

One foot, then another.

Tomorrow brings no promise of light and life but it’s what we have.

So push through the breech and find your strength dear friend.

Tomorrow is worth the fight!

Segmentation

I think I may live in segments. Moments between where the great is and where it was and who I am now and who I used to be.

Segmented arthropods or a life once lived draped in shadow. And I’m okay this way…maybe…

I stare at the moon.

I stare at the memory.

I stare at life.

And I’m breathing

Wondering what that means anymore.

But my voice is strong and so I stare and yell to the void

Maybe that’s enough.

Maybe not.

Time will tell.

Where the night falls…

I walked where the night falls

Flickers of light when I can’t really see

And I watch the broken and the burdened

And I see me

Who knows who I am

Certainly not me

But here in the void, where I wonder at light or day, I am found.

So scream angels

And cry holy

Because he is!

And fight for tomorrow

Because it’s coming.and you and I are here.

So breathe!