Solace, or Solitude?
As rays of sunlight
Bounce through
The trees like
Arrows loosed
From Heaven,
Smack into the sidewalk,
Mottling the pavement
Like the scales
Of an orange and
Yellow chameleon,
Another archer
Roams free in
The wilderness.
Is there a
Primal instinct
Deep within
Each of us
That is so
Barbaric, so
Animal, that
We are too
Terrified to
Gaze deep into our
Soul?
Are we so
Afraid of
What we’ll find?
Is this why
We all gaze
Outward? Is
This our way
Of avoiding the
Fact that our
Soul is not a
Sanctuary, but
A torture chamber?
The only torture
We feel here is
Truth.
Mistakes and
Evil deeds –
Just black sheep
Among the white,
Promises, and good truths
Are few,
Yet powerful.
Why focus on
The bad?
The inner workings
Of the mind and soul
Are the last wild
Frontier to be
Explored.
Can we overcome
Our terror,
Look within
for our answer,
And use our
Emotions to
Expand our
Race, to pass
Into a world
Where there is
Not one thing
To be feared?
But, in this
Solace of the
Inner spaces
Of our mind
And soul,
Are we at
Peace amidst
Uncounted turmoil?
Or are we just
Alone?