EpiphanyA Poem by EbitsMy mind has recently been opened up to new ways of thinking that I still can't process.The old is scattered in a grave. I pray that courage make me brave. But what am I without the old? The past is naught, or so I'm told. The future, too, does not exist. The present, clenched within my fist. The only thing I see or feel, This thinking new, these thoughts are real. The here and now is all there is. The here and now is what I kiss, So in each moment I shall live. Coming, going, love to give. The things I knew have gone away, The things I know change day by day. Decaying heart, decaying mind, Both replaced with ones that shine. A mind so full, yet empty still. With so much room for thoughts to fill. A fresh heart; unfamiliar beat, That burns with passion, blinding heat. This fire rages, fueling me, My soul and mind are breaking free. To keep this freedom, I shall fight. Forever striving for the light. © 2011 Ebits |
StatsAuthorEbitsShirley, NYAboutI write in spurts. Furiously at times and not at all at others. I have no form. Whatever happens, happens. more..Writing
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