true searcher

Deep in a place with forgotten hope
where lovers lie and children weep
where the iron folds of deception so often lurk and creep

One soul, pure of heart
made a journey, without fear or regret
Her decent was swift
her objective clear

But in a world of easy tears,
her bread crumb trail soon fell silent
painted over by the stormy colors of an aging sky

Her inner compass spins
and the once steady confidence begins to falter and run dry
Still, she trudges on
One image pushes her through time

The memory of a man
who once was stable, his head held high
Now lost beneath this same aging sky

Each time he walks for light
his circle ends, exactly where it began
Near to becoming another statue, in this land of forgotten lives

For this man, she pushes on
through tangled webs
and a forrest that collects hello’s
never issuing a goodbye

Those who enter,
most often, lose track of time

Tattered and torn
Her heart beats fast,
but both legs move slow
every step, pulled to the ground
by a force hiding far below

Clear

Their eyes meet,
with an equal recognition
Each face, tells the other what they already know
but the man can’t move
his legs now permanent
in this place they call defeat

One last hope,
he calls out, though the voice is both weary and weak
Run! before you become a prisoner in this land without a sun
Turn… and run…..

She watches as the man’s eyes close
forever a statue in a land built by friend and foe

She turns her head in shame
If only she hadn’t waited so long…
to take this journey and ease a mans pain…

-people often need a helping hand but are too afraid or too prideful to ask. When you see someone in need, don;t wait. take a journey before it’s too late.

– Rest in peace Ally.

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