Inside this
skin
is an old
beast,
who once
roamed the wild lands
like a
nomad.
guided by
invisible forces
that drove
me night and day,
seldom at
rest in one place,
hardly ever
alone.
Since death
is part of living.
I slept with one eye open,
fear was
both my friend and my enemy.
In time my
skin hardened,
years left
their mark,
friends died
and old places vanished.
life got
slower,
more time
with myself,
fear said
not to stop ,
but there
was no place to go,
except to be
where I was.
one day
I turned to an angel and asked
“will you
teach me how to be with myself.”
There was
only the night sky.
I listened for
her words.
Silence
screamed.
My muscles
tightened,
I wanted to
run away,
but it was
different this time,
as I chose
to stay,
In time
silence wrapped around me,
until I felt
something that I never had known.
What was
spoken had no words.
what I heard
was who I am.
my body
loosened, my soul relaxed
the old
beast found a place to soften,
both eyes
could close,
so I could
see,
and from
inside
I began to
pray.
The angel
knew her work had been done
she wrapped
me in her love
as she found
her way to leave
she looked
back
to see the
beast was gone
and behind
was left a man
who was
filled a passion to live
as he sat by
the fire
alone with
his life.
