Younger, Older
by Sheye Blaze
Here I am,
One amongst the many.
I watch as the people make their ways.
I cry when the child falls and
when the lovers quarrel.
I feel the fear of the child who has lost
his way, much as my soul drifts
amid the throngs.
Here I am,
On display for all who want
to look. All I create reeks of my
emotion.
The pains of loving and losing.
The joys of my successes, the thoughts
I display tell of my own fears.
For if the enemy knows such
weaknesses upon them he may play and prey.
But in understanding my self I begin
to know him also.
Here I am,
I dream of love long
past, of one I know I might never
reclaim. But, soon I drift upon
possibilities. I remember the time
the laughter, and joy shared.
The time we first met and
the time we first discovered together we could love.
When fear of having something
more important than money in his
life took him away, and fear of hurt
covered both of us.
And here I am,
Older than my age and
knowing one so young should not see
life as a loveless adventure one of
hurt mine to endure.
I ask the almighty God or gods
to save me from this misery.
And I turn off my mind.
I close it. Once again I might return
from this morbid state unto life and
joy.
Here I am.
