Emptied again,
drained from a mountain’s view…
Angel’s Breath escapes from Winter’s clutches
and mornings’ earliest dew
Waiting for a moment of laughter
to replace the sting of the chill
Frozen in the countenance
of my molesters will
Knowing unless I embrace every thought
it won’t ever go away…
One infinite circle
one eternal stain
an endless cycle of pain
This is the price of purchasing
an out of order brain.
A delicate twist of the heart
A subtle pull in the opposite direction of the spiral
Could this be the breathe I’ve waited for surrounded by the currents of change?
A fragile piece of art
A new start
Is this what it feels like to be alive again?
A clever step around the puddle
Life clinging to the will
Would you kindly rebuttal if you disagree with my pleas?
Believing that something is wrong with me has caused a deep and tenacious suffering. This suffering has emerged as crippling self judgments and conflicts in my personal relationships, in my addictions , in loneliness and at times overwork. This has kept me constricted, confused, and unfulfilled.
I am accepting that my heart has the ability to recognize self hatred and turn this into love of all living things, ultimately bringing wholeness to our ever changing world.
These are the story lines…
that repeat throughout the history lessons of my mind,
as I battle to earn my self determination
to wage war for control of my will
to settle with silence
to realize Silence
is worth all that nature brings naturally
with instant delivery
and perfect precision abundantly
Do thoughts create reality or does the creator purge a portrait of what has already been?
Passionate about poetry, lyrics, reviews, and short stories, James Curt Byrum is a father of two, residing in Napa Valley, California. He has a love for music of all genres and composes experimental audio-visual art.![[Banner] Arts Council Napa Valley Arts & Culture Event Calendar](http://www.nvarts.org/images/banners/nvarts.org_120x90_blue2.gif)
