what we are becoming

what we are becoming

the light was fading from her eyes

and we all knew it

we called the malady Cancer

her Soul was being reassigned

she feebly protested

as life tested her resolve

and ours as well

i never could quite put it all together

and still reason wrestles in the shadows

as that proverbial enemy is never conquered

the one named “Why”

perhaps that is the quest

to awaken the souls of men

to question again

the fabric of existence

i think God likes the attention

not to mention . . .

the prayers

somewhere within me

prevails a sarcastic tone

that emanates from my own personal bell

in my own personal steeple

that rings daily

many times disturbing my peace

my sleep

my solace

the children at times seem to be lost

in a convoluted query

of which none may answer to

not even self

perhaps self acceptance

will dull the pain of absence

who really knows

they have plenty of doctrinal pills

one can swallow

but eventually,

they all come out the other end

for me, i have this

words of empty reflections

and circumspections

which recycle themselves daily

eating the fruit of their own seeds

needs ?

what are they ?

is it the batteries fault ?

or the manufacturer ?

perhaps that is the way

it was all designed

a brief journey here

which ushers forth a thirst

to expand beyond

the perceived limitations

that is what they are

are they not

or should we call it an opportunity

to discover what we are becoming

beyond the realm

of what we choose to forget

what we are becoming

© April 9, 2012 : William S. Peters, Sr.