I've heard these words and stories before
With both rain and tears falling
Relayed over distant nights of darkness and grief
Today assumedly part of a celebration
Or commemoration
An absolution of regrets
The wounds never healed or forgotten
Left a hesitance to recall
Their pull becoming stronger
We traveled to the edge in blindness
We knew the eventual destination but not the path
No markers or lit torches for guidance
No warnings of the diversions farther on
Just the faith in each weary step forward
And promises of discovery
With possibilities for clarity
November 2025
(To be continued)
Old ghosts waiting to be conquered.
They return in dreams and flashbacks.
Conspiring against quiet.
An anguished wish for distance.
Abolish the deafening silence.
A plea for peace.
