Shadowlike a shadow,hiding,like a shadow,obscure,the truth always hidden.darkness is easier to hide behind;light gives sight too all.shadows are all but whole truth,sdenying what is the light of day.the life bereft of the sunshall always remain in darkness.
sparkLiving like this is not,a spark waiting to set the forest on fire,living like this will not let me move,like a frozen tree unable to sway with the wind.a spark only i can see,a spark i saved of myself,before i lay down to die and accept.the fire that now burns inside,consumes my soul,makes me want to live,to be free,to burn without being extinguished.my soul needs to be free,but the chains that bind,must first be broken,to be allowed to breathe.the fire then will burn forever more.(a poem based on a bukowski quote and my own life experience…) “I knew that I was dying. something in me said, go ahead, die, sleep, become as them, accept. then something else in me said, no, save the tiniest bit. it needn’t be much, just a spark. a spark can set a whole forest on fire. just a spark. save it.”