Pen in Motion

Hope is not lost –

even when you

cannot see in the dark,

even when your fears

taunt you from behind

closed doors.

Just wait and see,

in the moments

before you resign

yourself to the black.

Look up as the light

bursts through

like fireworks and

shatters the still night.

For hope is never gone.

For my dad who went to Heaven on May 24, 2011 – I wrote this on the first anniversary of his passing.

I know those eyes-

naive, innocent girl with eyes

that are always watching.

She was once “Past” –

that monstrous unnamed baby

who begged for warmth.

Now she calls herself “History”-

knows too much, all the dark

that followed the light. She

knows what no one wants

to remember and everyone

wishes to forget. I see her

far more than I care to.

And if she found me, she

can find anyone. There is

no closing those eyes, no

choice but to see the dark.