Closer

Keeping my fingers gripped
Hanging off this lifeline’s ledge
Can sometimes be exhausting to the
Point of wishing for the slip, to begin
To descend, seeking some sort of
Unending restful slumber alone
Away from the stress of self-sacrifice,
Away from the sanctimonious seat
Of judgment society so often exercises
Over our daily stumbles. I am not
Afraid to admit that my mistakes
Have made me who I am today
And for forevermore to come, yet my
Personal convictions cast their net to
Capture the clarion sentiment that
It truly is about finding forgiveness
Of self and society, mores and norms
Transcended by the tantalizing truth
That no matter what our eyes may
Define for our static senses, those
Deepest wounds really are healed
Only by finding faith in the fact that
This path has been paved for a reason,
Regardless of one’s religiosity and tenets,
Or subscription to philosophies and
Fates, yearning for that time when
The puzzle pieces itself together, when
Everything finally falls in line and we
Stand witness watching in wonder
How profoundly perfect the chaos of
Creation resolves of its own accord,
Resonating with unsurpassed melody
Lifting our stumbles in choreography,
A dance slowly evolved from shadows
Cast in the moonlight of younger yesterdays,
Waiting there for me, waiting for you,
Climbing back to stand above this cliff,
Never knowing what brought us here.

Dakin 6/10/09