Pupation

Raven's Quill

Retreating into darkness something cries
Within silent walls this in-between dies
The dreams returned come from so long ago
Those same old things the world said could not be
But visions of truth command their own flow
Sub-conscious meanderings of the self
In empty shells that belong in no place
The damage of years of living in stealth
And darkness becomes the healing embrace
Until the day the sunlight touches my face
And fears fade and die unable to see
Discarded shells remain draped in the whys
And doubts are no more than books on a shelf
Then, only then, I’ll be the man I know

 

©JG Farmer 2014
Form: Ivorian Sonnet 110

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