The Golden Words
Free verse: The words we long to hear are not always an instant cure
Too Little, too Late…
Today is brighter than yesterday’s shadow
A damaged soul craves atonement…
High notes sing golden words of the right thing.
Intent and purpose mapped out for you, not I.
Immediate release of all chokeholds that starved
body, mind and spirit have been granted (I guess)
A Mythical justice sought for a lifetime,
served in real-time, absorbed lucid.
I should be ecstatic,
overwhelmed with relief…
Today’s light beams brighter than yesterday’s shadow
Yet, a damaged soul cries out for atonement…
Gilded platters domed in silver hint to a feast of fulfilment,
underneath lay the crumbs of what was once whole.
Malnourished, every morsel consumed ravenously.
Years spent contorted, limbs sore and brittle,
soothed by the buoyant bile that ripples beneath.
I lay swirling in the belly of the beast awaiting digestion,
even though —
Today, is brighter than yesterday’s shadow
a damaged soul still weeps for atonement.
