Concepts – Page 48

So many times have
I searched for new perspectives
Through my daughter’s eyes

I blindly reach out
Seeking across the darkness
For your existence

Midnight’s lustrous moon
Bears witness to the promise
Of the newborn year.

If I’ve done you wrong
If I’ve caused you grief or pain
I beg forgiveness.

Silently soaring
The caresses of the wind
sweeping though my mind.

My every attempt
To fill this chasm within
Succeeds, but briefly.

Howling in a rage.
Screaming, I vent my anger,
Then fall silent, spent.

The sun has risen
and shone its warmth on my face
for the final time.

It’s dark on the bridge.
Biting winds tear at my coat.
She should be here soon.

My question is this:
Am I who I want to be?
“Ask again later”