My voice is stuck, nothing like luck to set it free. My feelings come my feelings go yet grasping them and letting know is what I can’t they all seem bant and somewhat harmed there is this child so wounded and wild not groomed just doomed not knowing whom or what to trust with all the lust it feels around no homeward bound in sight.there is the might but only might no light but inside so deep the heart but where to start it seems too hard besides the pattern is to hide and keep above the dark waves of life the darkness arrived no longer to hide and wait and scream it’s like waking up from a marathon dream and I still dream while now awake cause all within is part of fate but reality is that I did dismiss that true self within seemed weak and thin forever light I feel it now is me is all of me somehow.

S.B.K.

The shadow bearer holds the shadows left and right without ever leaving them out of sight aware and to dare to seeing the truth he uses his shadows as a muse what lives him so vastly without any ease in sight like waking steadily into the darkest night without any light ;the howling of the wolves the creatures from below uncertainty follows around and takes it’s toll; the bearer of the shadows low and behold knows his mission will unfold.

S.B.K.