The Visitor

[M. C. Sears]

I wonder through

the side streets

of my childhood

looking for answers

 

Revisiting the sunny days

at the beach

tides rolling in or out

as I seek understanding

 

Stepping into the dark

brought about by storms

not of my making

yet I’m caught in them

 

These walkabouts

are painful for I cannot

make sense of so many things

I have only questions

 

Exploring these moments

looking for answers

yet my pages remain blank

and my soul is restless

 

So many images

discoloured by tears

my mind is in turmoil

I’m ravaged by uncertainty

 

The soundtrack of these early years

breaking glass, locks turning, sobs

rushing currents of angry words

followed by silence

 

The snapshots I carry

are so small and unfocused

captured in black and white

lacquered by my need to know

 

I walk often into this world

which I carry at the centre of my person

a world I once knew so well

but I went on to create something else

 

My need to know draws me back

into the chaos I once knew

a world filled with loneliness

neglect and crushed dreams

 

Somehow I learned

to nurture myself, and wipe away my tears

and in a child’s voice

sing a lullaby to ease away fears

 

 

 

 

[Green Monkey]

...that you learned to nurture yourself is a powerful tool.  well done!

[JMac1949 Today]

Very good... I found myself wandering back that way while I read this. R&L

[Rita Shibr]

Beautifully expressed. 

[Hyblaean~ Julie]

love this one

[Zanelle]

Lullabies help.  Being around kids cures lots of ills.

[Kathy Knechtges]

this is really beautiful!

good for you