forever . . .perhaps

forever . . .perhaps

it seemed to be a Sun-less Sky

and i asked why

as it greeted me in the morning

the dawning of this New Day

perhaps the Clouds

and the listless gray Skies

had something to teach me

to understand, i vie

i looked at my self

and considered my place

and faced aspects of me

i have forgotten

and clearly, clearly

my own clouds began to part

and the shroud was beginning to lift

as i sifted for my own Sun

there is much to be said

in this introspective headiness

when we circumspect

and inspect our “BE”ing-ness

oh what a mess

a tangled web we have weaved

as we deceived

the best of who we are

some things i had to let go

for they served no purpose

to my path

and my psychic load felt lighter

i no longer had to fight within

do  battle with self

and i gave it to those gray skies

that they may carry them away

forever . . . perhaps

© 12 January 2013 : william s. peters, sr.

www.iaminnerchild.com