I do begin a day with a damp reminder
of shedding tears in a dream
a night when I might scream,
if awake to feel the emotional disorder
of my life
like a knife
cutting through every element as I might breathe,
countless days holding hope in an empty sheathe.
~
If for a moment we all might travel backward,
have another view, another chance
those changes we would sure enhance
to gift us a better light, without the years absurd.
~
Having hollered at the moon, and begging for the sun
while dipping below the horizon to give me one
opportunity to replay the old tapes in my head,
those I would cling to rather than ever get ahead.
One time I can vividly remember the epiphany
the simple solution to the troubles that so many
of our lives are built around due to economy
lost inside the aching heart, lost soul – is me
~
We walked outside in the rain, common our lives
hide the tears, let the world seem far less alive.
© Scott F Savage 8/2020
Personal Testimony 