Chains of the Past

29 Jan 99

This moment, I see each second that passes
Knowing that life is fleeting
And joy tenuous.
I wake to dreams that haunt me
And shake with half-remembered thoughts
That keep me tied to my past.
I do not know how to kill this connection
So that I can move beyond this creature.
If I am less than what I was
Before I began this day
Then please forgive this heart,
For I know not how to reconcile 
The restless heart with the yearning soul
That keeps me ever running from myself.

Perhaps it is my brother
Beckoning me back home
To his waiting arms,
Or mayhap it is my good friend
Trembling with the desire for a sensuous embrace.
Know I not,
Only that I yearn
For everything that I fear.



© 1999, Tara Tambolleo