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Where Will Your Feet Take You Today

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Where will your feet take you today
now that you’ve lost your bearings,
floating without a compass to guide you,
alone in the endless sea of uncertainty?

Where will your feet take you today
now that you’re walking on your own,
the familiar hand holding yours is gone
leaving empty spaces between your fingers?

Where will your feet take you today
now that you’re surrounded by the shadows,
the light is slowly going dimmer by the minute
would you find an end to your wanderings?

-┬ęThe Elusive Scribe 021414-

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On a Sunless Day

 

No words are said on this sunless day,
where shadows loom and the lights have gone dim.
Just a trail of tears smudged by fingers,
shaking off fears, damning the weeks,
that made her feel as if she’s forever alone.
Confusion comes to rattle her brain,
conjuring doubts to cloud her mind.
A scream forms from the depths of her soul,
crying for release, begging to be free.
Yet trapped in her sadness she remains,
wrapped in a shroud of misery until the end of her days.

-The Elusive Scribe 062513-

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Don’t Steal the Light

 

don’t steal the light from me,
with your dark thoughts that lie heavy
and brooding on your shoulders.
for i am lost without it.
the light in me i cling to with hope,
lest i succumb to my own shadows
that linger on the edges of my mind.

don’t steal the light from me,
for this is the comfort i wrap myself with
when the nights are long and i’m on my own
with you far away from me.
this light that i draw strength from
as i falter in my desire to be strong
when doubts start to come and invade my very being.

don’t steal the light from me,
with your careless and hurtful words
that you inflict so thoughtlessly.
i am human and words can slice through me,
breaking carefully constructed walls
that i build to protect the light
that i keep within.

don’t steal the light from me,
for i cannot let the darkness swallow
what’s left of my positivity.
the days will only go longer,
when the shadows come and take me
for it will be long before i find my way back to the
place where i found the real me.

-The Elusive Scribe 062213-

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when the morning comes…

 

and when the morning comes i shall hope,
that the day will come and bring me a smile,
the one thing i needed the most in these dark times.
for in the weeks that passed my face was obscured by
darkness i could not keep away,
where even the light i hoped would come and shine,
failed to penetrate the shadows of gloom i wore.
i could not see what the future holds for me,
because i don’t feel anyone cared for the hurts i bear,
for even in the midst of living i feel like i’m already
dead.
and yet, here i am hoping that the morrow will come,
bearing changes that will make me smile,
and banish these doubts that cling to my very being.
saving me from myself and the miseries i live with,
freeing me from this prison cell i’ve been locked up
for so long,
and to allow me to live the dreams i often bring,
on those nights when i cry myself to sleep.

-The Elusive Scribe 061613-