soulful reflections – Poetic Alchemist

On the Soul

Many lives, not one,
Many voices, not just mine,
Memories beyond those I remember,
Thoughts and feelings across the years,
A wellspring of joy and sorrow,
Faces that have come and gone,
Glimpses of who I am,
Longings to be something more,
An ever-churning sea of possibilities,
That which gives rise me in each moment.

Looking for Possibilities in Our Darkness

We slip into our darkness
Tattered old gloves worn on matching left hands
While fingerless right hands grope for the illusive light switch
We remember from childish old dreams
Refusing to set us free

This darkness clutches itself in disgust
Joyless masturbation, blank expressions
On faceless strangers we call friends
But deep down we know
There’s no befriending the darkness

There’s no reasoning with the unreasonable
Let alone shadows birthing shadows
In the absence of light
No daybreak to brush off the nightmares
We’ve learned to wear night and day

Only loneliness can reach into our darkness
The place we call home
Because we know it, and it knows us
Like our mothers, who can’t let go
So their pain becomes ours