Embrace

A poem

I have looked to reclaim myself
To reflect on the figure that stares back at me
Like an unfinished puzzle
An incomplete letter to a future never written
Wondering when the shadow dimmed the light
When the pattern slipped the stitch

I think
Storms have passed between these walls
The winds rage in the night
Sometimes
And others, notions lie stillborn
Scattered corpses on the field
Without a laurel to justify their loss

Tomorrow
I was reborn, awoken in the fullness of nudity
After a night baying at the skies
Because the shadow met the light there
Under the argent glow
Only me as witness to the merge

The slow tedium is no longer my counsel
The dread hours, no longer my watch
Where silence is left to fester

I wonder at the road ahead
A mute witness to possibility and hope
Or a seed waiting to bear its fruit at dawn
When the spring remembers the warm sun