it is time I go for a walk with myself
along the river that feeds my soul
to talk to the sides that remained there
the tender parts, that could not bare the toll
the first of me to run and hide
was that which cried every time a bird died
the next is the one that always believed
that a loved one would not and their lie
without the tears that water the heart
and the blind that hid the lie that did break
I quickly lost my unquestioning giving
and began to question what I should take
now parts of me live safely inside
braving only short visits from time to time
running from love, leaving only lust
but the worst is, everyone thinks i’m fine
Time has healed all wounds, except one
The soul that will not forgive itself
Water seeks the path of least resistance
Birds float upon the breath of life seeking the same
Why must humans walk against this natural law
NOW AT PEACE, MY EYES SOFTLY CLOSED
MY MIND FOLLOWS MY BREATH TO MY INNER SOUL
TO THE ROOM OF MY PEACEFUL INNERSELF
THE RULER OF MY DESTINY, MY SELF CONTROL
TAKING INVENTORY OF MY SPIRIT
WHAT I HAVE AND WHAT I HAD NOT
HOLDING DEAR TO WHAT I SEE AS GOOD
RELEASING THAT WHICH I FEEL NOT
WHAT IS TO BE DONE THIS DAY
WHAT SHALL I LEARN OR SHOULD I KNOW
BEFORE I HAVE LET THIS ONE GET AWAY
© 1996 Tim D. Coulter Sr.