Debris

Debris

When you close your eyes;
What is the first thing you see?
Is there a spectre lurking in the darkness?
Are there whispers in the dark?
Or is there peace, a pretty place?

Nowhere but behind one’s eyes can you see
Inside the soul we have all hidden so well.
Nothing could ever truly reveal it
Save an event too intense for facades;
A shock that cracks the mask.

Don’t bother picking up the shards then;
For we have seen who you truly are.
All we can do is polish our soul; pray for the best.
As we hope, and act and change and live
Love will find a way if you let it, to overcome.

Shadows aren’t that bad;
They give depth to an often shallow existence.
Dredge up the dirt and eventually
The lake of your being will become deeper;
A mysterious depth, full of nothing but you

Free of all the debris of your past.

Joël Benjamin

Forty Day Project - Fifteen