Sensing it’s there

waiting for me,

but knowing not what

not where, or when

What will return?

I await with trepidation


I thirst for the answers

and for the truth

locked up tight inside.

My spirit is yearning

for the freedom there.

Tentatively I wait.


I’m weary now,

come now with haste,

reveal to me what I seek.

For now just a dream,

of no new revelations

of the day I will find peace. 



Imprisoned memories


Locked in a padded room

bouncing off the sides

looking for their exit,

desperate to escape


They make their impression

before trampolining away.

And though the mark fades

it always leaves a trace


The return is inevitable

a reality that does not cease

for they are imprisioned here

until our sentence is complete


So repeatedly they hit

ricocheting off the sides

We await their release

with fear and bated breath


for one day it will be over.

With freedom granted

no more will they rebound

and no longer fade away