As the days grow short towards approaching winter
An urgency develops in my gut
As the years grow more numerous from my distant birth
An awakening calls

It is time for reflection

In hope of understanding

What have I accomplished in my life?
Have I received and equally given Love?
Have I found my full measure of grief?
Have I failed enough?
Have I sinned enough?
Have I yet been forgiven?

Who am I and who do I think I am?
What is the difference in between?

I want to peel back my skin and talk to my heart
As it has spoken to me all my years
I want to beat a drum a little faster
Double time and triple
Go all Ginger Baker
And pay homage to this life’s companion

I want to see into my soul
Rake away the flesh and bone
The bling
The comforts
The lies
The lotions
And know myself.

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8 Responses to Inside

  1. dweezer19 says:

    Very aptly put. I feel it.

  2. Mark1 says:

    As all makes you think of endings so to should spring make you think of beginnings. I like your poem.

  3. renatembell says:

    Beautiful. Thank you for sharing with us.

  4. nodimlight says:

    tantalizing rhythm ro this! beautiful imagery, and really well conveyed. Nice!

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