WOLF POEM

I Bring Memory

Looking Back upon a Life

Photo by Илья Мельниченко on Unsplash

What I bring is memory
vague in tear
vivid in passion
I hold each open year
apart and somewhat missing

Lofty first
and quite obnoxious
hatched, now young
not caring
exactly who was hurt
who was left with bitter wounds
as long as I could save me

Numb then
gasping grasping
air hope
nowhere

He grew to this
But when I try to see the boy
I find only sweet confusion

when I try to see the man
I find dreams and dreams alone

when I try to see the soul
I find sleep and only sleep

when I try to see his God
I find him sleeping too

I simply had no idea
that every hurt was building
steps for me to fathom
ways I have been built