21 October 2007

Nowhere To Turn Away

You carried the
sentiment a cancer
within for each day
courted after a
rude awakening –

a schooling in
innocence completed
when innocence was
sacrificed to
abject apathy.

Listened to ghostly
voices sing sotto voce
chorales countering each
new reality with elaborate

growing more fragile and
dreamlike; avoided hard
answers and dark places,
sought soft curves
and warm cavities.

Your feet did not move from
the sweet earth they grew in;
roots hold you firm, unwavering
where wild winds tear
lesser anchors free.

You bear your pain
with stolid gravity;
face the way
you will return.
Nowhere to turn away.
© 18 October 2007, I. D. Carswell