There was a time
when I forced my
heart to close. When
bitterness and anger
were my brothers.
I was young then.
Now, the luxury of
darkness is no longer
mine. Now, I can afford
only to live in the light.
I am no longer young.
I, like my world, am
past the mid-point, past
the time when cynicism
and doubt are useful, if
not necessary.
I am not quite old.
But I am old enough
to know that even the
moon is light; that
even the night cries
against the darkness;
That we must feed
each other. Or starve
in the heart of great
plenty.
©sdrogers 2 may 2013
