Damn That

Damn that habit
that means one day
at a time to cure,
to live free again.
One day, one hour,
one second inside,
one minute, one moment -
how horribly deficient,
it seems,
yet is not,
to lack that
which catches
at the throat
but won't
come out in that
moment we need it
most.

It makes us sad,
to hear the silence,
of the cry,
from our inner light
screaming adeptly cold
for desperate help.
How empty
our silence is
to be alone with that
knowledge that burdens
the steps
that inevitably follow
a solitude.

We can only grow
to change
with light
like plants
like trees
in a forest.

We can only grow
to change
our approach
to the
plain
elusive
truth
we've already approached
ad homonym times
before.

None of us knows
what approach
truth takes next,
so don't presume
to pretend
to know.

You don't.

But, that's beautiful too.

So thanks.

Keep it up.