Clear blue hope

 

In that liminal space

I’m not longer he who was

nor he who will be,

I’m in between a dream

and a moment of clear fidelity.

I still hold the anchor of yesterday

tied to my feet,

a weight I’ve been

tethered to for so long,

but now I see relief,

if I just break those chains

and set my mind free.

 

If I wave my arms frantically

through the static of

those dredged-up memories,

as it tingles my fingers,

and I feel the darkness of its energy,

the way it shivers

and vibrates the very air,

creating a barrier

from happiness, with a field of fear.

If I wave it away

it will soon dissipate

and I’ll be left in the clear

blue hope of a new day.

 

But if I let the fear

eclipse my sun,

if I hide who I am,

if I shade myself

from everyone,

then I’ll just become

a shadow

in the dark, invisible,

with just a broken heart.

But I know

that you will be

the phosphorus spark

that lights up the day, 

and realigns the parts

that I left so broken on

the crest of a dream,

and the days will be

so much brighter

than we have ever seen.