Reaching

3/10/11

There are times when all at once,

you see the flaw.

The wave that only hinted

up and down

Becomes a crashing rush of

whitish foam.

And all at once, you see, you sigh,

you know.

The bleeding wound you’d chosen

to ignore

Is soaked in salty wetness

at the shore

Of life—this vast existence—

and it stings.

And all at once, you recognize

the gore.

The many rips and tears you gained

with time;

With walking, as a youth, the

sands sublime.

Distracting you from noticing

your needs;

Your thirst, your hunger, and your

soul that bleeds.

But what is there to save

a bleeding soul?

Where is the balm, amidst this

empty beach?

All at once, you see, you sigh,

you know

That ignorance was better.

Yet, you reach.