East of Eden, South of Despair

Have been reading your blog lately

You claim to speak from the universal voice,

but it seems to me that you are battling personal demons

in your words

All this talk of rain and burning embers and

Death

Sounds like you are dealing with loss

Loss of love

Loss of the guidance that never was

Loss of the dream

So drummer boy, keep writing

Keep waiting, but

never stop dreaming

because the truth shall set you free....

Copyright Michelle Beckham-Corbin 2011

Snow Globes

 

Snow globes, like life, capture moments

Caught within the windows of time

Our minds remember the reels of yesterday,

But in the absence of fresher moments

We extend our understanding to be commensurate

With the present

Unfortunately, reality plays a cruel hand

And often what we experience in the present has

No resemblance to what was held in the past.

You had so much promise

Truly a mover and a shaker off to live a larger life

Than the rest of us

Something happened along the way

That I am not privy to

Something flawed and tragic and life-changing

Because you are no longer the same person

Yes, there are shadows of your former self,

Slivers actually, that poke through this “new” persona

But they slide across your countenance in a pattern

That leaves me confused and wondering if you are in

Full command of your faculties

Do you truly know who you are?

Copyright Michelle Beckham-Corbin 2011