Janus

 

The god of doors

opened up a pathway

and waved me halfway.

A beginning some would say,

or merely a prelude

to that which was

to come to play.

 

The stage was set,

snow swept skies wept.

Ice slapped at the hands

of more powerful men,

ice cracked

and the beginning

was starting to end.

Sending their dogs

to find meat.

Safety unlocked and

barrels unloaded

on innocence.

 

And I walked bruised

into a new beginning.

The cracked footsteps

of January,

every ache

set into my bones

like they would break

if so much as a breeze

drifted through.

 

Looking back to see forwards

I see what tomorrow rewards

for living through yesterday.

I see the future in hazy mystery

whilst the past sits

somewhere behind me,

written by the victors,

corrupting the history.

 

And I sit,

this station seat

freezing beneath.

I see those eyes

that smile when they greet.

I see the man

with bags at his feet,

I see a safe retreat

from the circling thoughts

that are starting to pound

like a ferocious drumbeat.