To Live Again
To progress one has to remember to live.
One night I sat alone listening to my past pain
unhealed whining against the coldness
of yesterday’s window.
It was a stuttering sound
that startled the waves of silence that giggled
amongst the hours of truth;
a truth that whistled for time to pause.
And in those minutes I remembered
the deep amnesia occurred from the many days
I forgot to live/for reasons
being my hesitance to step forward
and move on; my own reluctance
to step upon the horizons of tomorrow
and breathe beyond the scars that concealed me
from progression.
That night I remembered to live again.
© 2010
Tarringo T. Vaughan
