Share My Wonder

Share My Wonder (Acrostic)

Writing consumes me
Owns me,
Ruins me,
Drugs me, as I
Slavishly search
For truth
And the words
Ingrained in our being
Locked in our
Memory,
Evoking that shared experience
Only truth can free.
No stone unturned.
Memories
You never experienced
In your experience.
Now, I
Question every whisper
Ubiquitously
Invading a secret we
Share. A truth
Ingrained.
Told in tales
Invested in our children,
Vested in our culture.
Each of us
Sure.
Each of us
Afraid,
Running through the darkness
Consuming the journey
Hoarding the moments.
No one can claim -
Even the most learned,
Vexed,
Empty
Realist can’t
Know the truth we share
Now and forever.
Only the artist can glimpse, the
Writer impose
Images like metaphors.
Now and forever
Grasping at the
Wind.
Hands dig in the soil
Ache and bleed
Till we long to quit the quest
If that were possible.
Longing
Leaves us longing
For answers glimpsed
In the corners of our eyes.
Never sure of what we’ve seen, like
Dreams forgotten in the morning.
Desires faded with age.
Each of us as one
Every voice rising,
Pleading for answers
Drowned
Out by doubt.
When will we know our
Names?
In time we pray.
Naked we stand
Trembling,
Hearts pounding in our
Ears.
Alone we are
Blind,
Yearning,
Searching,
Scared
Of the truth.
For only
As one
Will we
Ever
Open that door.
Find it in yourself,
Try to
Remember
Until
Time sends us
Home.



Acrostic
Words fail me on my inquisitive search. Never knowing what I’ll find deep down in the abyss of awe, of truth.