Growing Pains

"'tis him in standing water"- and I must add, the water is often hot. Here is my sixteen year old self- rediscovered after so many years.

Sunday, July 31, 2005

Dark

Drip Drip Drip through the leaves
Drop by Drop the water sieves
As it falls from the eaves.

Falling like a veil to the ground
Darkness envelops everything around
Ominous silent, without a sound.

Quietly overpowering the ear
The rustling silence I hear
And it gives rise to a feeling of fear.

I’m afraid of the trees silhouette
Outlined ‘gainst the night’s black soot
Suddenly an owl does hoot.

So piercingly sharp and shrill
A premonition of foreboding ill
With further terror it does fill.

“Nothing” I must console me
No one around whom I can see
My terror is silly, Can it be?

But is it really that absurd
I feel like a caged bird
I fear all that I have heard.

Yet glowing on the mantle bright
A candle shedding its light
Its cheery message- al is right.

Destroying the enveloping blackness
The candles’ cheery brightness
And I no longer feel helpless.