The Impossible

Sometimes it's hard. When u think u can pick up the pieces and run...... Like flying high like a bird was the easiest thing imaginable. But ever so often, reality hits u smack in the face as you realize, nothing is at it seems.
You walk, marking roads as yours... marking people as yours... marking conversations, thoughts, words and smiles as yours..... but sooner or later, the journey ends... and you realize: you are right where you started... Everything that you ever feared, everything that you didn't believe you were, you begin to be... or perhaps you were all along. And u walk on, knowing now that "The Impossible" will remain but a song.

As yet Misunderstood...

Embers of the song, bright still...
charred remains of far away..
Raven chocked, living on will,
wounded, memories lit the path-way.

an ageless ache, rising slow,
poetic sustenance, the only glow.
Whispers, rustled feathers at best,
haunting shadows deemed her test.
Wishing for eons before...
Times when pain was a fading sore.


Raven flew the ritualistic circles,
Self-doubt slicking burning embers.
New clouds with silver linings appear,
Hallucinations tearing through her fears.

Fingers pointed old and new,
insinuating crimes she never knew.
Foolishly Raven stopped for shade,
Creeping trees cut deep like blades.


Mocking cage not far away,
reminder dear Raven, don't stray.
distant shelter though deemed fit,
misunderstandings soon will let it slip.