Guest Post: Past Dawned Upon

A profound, brilliant, moving, amazing poem my son wrote last week:

Past Dawned Upon

Trekking onward,

Over hills,

Through valleys.

The sun sets,

The shadows creep,

Danger comes upon me.

***

I’ve been through here,

Once before.

Long ago.

Fear grips at me,

As I see a familiar face.

It laughs at me,

As I walk nervously.

***

I feel abandoned,

The lantern is out,

The darkness surrounds me.

I have to get out.

I can’t stay here.

They are coming again,

For revenge.

***

Can no one save me,

From this hole?

Am I doomed to repeat,

A past fate?

***

A single thread,

Is holding holding me together,

Should it snap,

What will become of me?

***

I moan within,

Nowhere to flee.

They’re everywhere,

Sucking away my sanity,

Sucking away my life.

***

Oh Light, where art Thou?!

Why have you left me?

***

This is the Trial of my Soul,

I want to reach out for help,

But I fear of dragging them down with me.

Must I fight this alone?

***

Where is myself?

I cannot afford to revert.

Anger grips at me,

Hatred,

Hopelessness,

Loneliness.

It has returned with vengeance.

***

Have I called this upon myself?

Am I a filthy man?

Surely this is not my final hour.

I shall not return to that cage…

***

Oh Light,

I cry to Thee,

And Thou hasn’t heard me!

Have I wronged Thee so?

Am I deserving of such demonic beatings?

***

I know that I am sinful,

The worst of all,

But do not abandon me!

Without You, I am nothing.

I will return to the dust.

***

I cry invisible tears,

I wear a mask.

People think I’ve got it together,

But the Temple is crumbling.

I can’t keep it up,

The beasts are forcing their way in.

Oh Light,

Where art Thou?!

***

I am failing,

I am scared,

Is it my fate to return,

To the old me?

Why have they returned to taunt me?

***

Shall I become an empty shell again?

Shall they steal my soul?

Gnaw upon it and feast?

Oh Light,

Hear my final desperate cry!

For I am at my human limit!

***

Do not let me fall back into the black sludge,

From a Past Once Dawned Upon!

Save me!

For within I weep.

If Thou shall not save me,

Who will?

~*~*~*~

Steadying Your Creative Flame

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What’s all this effort for?

When you look at what you wrote and it’s a bore.

You’ve lost the creative spark

That drew you out of the dark.

You’d created so many tales

That you believed kept you on the scrawling rails.

But that was three years ago,

When your passion was again aglow.

Now the embers of your exhausted endeavor,

Are giving off the last flick of light ever.

Confusion, fear, and sadness cloud your head,

At the thought that your life passion is dead.

What was it all for?

To come to a place you abhor?

No.

Rather, you realize the time has come,

To take a needed respite

For your mind to be relit

In the days and weeks ahead,

Because you refuse to believe your craft is dead.