it changed me

Never the Same

By: the iHope Poet

we had a chance to let it go,

there was a moment to move on --

and after all the pain we've seen,

all the wrong things that we've been

-- perhaps the hope has come and gone

perhaps, we did just let it go. 

the sky was black, as were our hearts, 

our innocence became no more --

but we stood fast, and tried to see

the paths that led to victory 

-- and though we had to fight the war,

at least we know, it changed our hearts. 

today we live with wounds and scars,

and yes, our past is dark and bleak.

we had a chance to walk away,

yet now we stand and here we stay. 

the blackness that would make us weak, 

is lost beneath our withered scars

sometimes, the things we cannot change

will end up changing us instead;
so, now our souls are firm and strong
we are the roots of change, life-long;
and we're still shifting, thread by thread.
No, we will never be the same. 

via

the sky is crying.

dripdropping
By: the iHope Poet

wistful
teary
weary
hurtful
trying
falling
calling
crying
hoping
doubting
dropping

knowing
over
soaring
roaring
sober

via

too late

yearning...
reaching..
seeking.
turning

sober
roaring
soaring
over
knowing
dropping
doubting
hoping
crying
calling
falling
trying
hurtful
weary
teary
wistful....

then
the thunder
then
the lighting
then, the quiet of the sky

Invisibility is simply the Absence of Light

Invisible Shadows

By: the iHope poet

To conquer a shadow,

know where it lies

expose it with light in the darkness;

To fight for the truth

in the light, which is seen,

Let it penetrate through cunning doubt. 

Or, remain blind

to the foes in the world,

and keep the lights out, forever. 

You may choose to be strangled

by ulterior threats

if you turn your back to the danger.

you can't Fight what you can't See

Eyes

By: the iHope Poet

Watching for

Prepares us

Looking for

Protects us

Seeking for

Enables us

To stand

To fight

To find

the Contrast

There Are Some
By: the iHope Poet

There are some that are wise
And then some that are foolish
There are some
With a light in their eyes
Or with flickered out lamps
There are
Those who choose to do right
Or who dwell in the darkness
There
Will always be contrast between night and day.

That Weightless Sense of Rising Fear

Known
By: the iHope Poet

I do not cry
because I feel unknown.
I cry
because I am known,
and yet, so entirely misunderstood.
I cry
because I am so loved,
and yet, cannot come to terms
with all that I feel.

I cry
because I'm so selfish
and can give nothing back - at least, not nearly what I
feel would be an adequate price to pay in return.

I cry
because change has bound me and sculpted my life,
my identity;
and I cannot know if I am now grateful or sorrowful
for either what I see ahead, or
what I am leaving behind.

I cry
because the shadows lurk;
worse! they leer at me in their dark territory of doubt.
I cry
because I understand that although those corners provide
a familiar space to brood,
I will not permit myself to dwell near them.

I cry
because the light and darkness in me are
contradicting forces, which may ever exist
but never coexist.

I cry.
Not because I have much to learn
but because I know so much;
and I fear that pride will overcome my faith.

I cry
because I am told not to fear
but to walk with assurance that I am loved, no matter what.
And I know I am loved.
I know that I am somehow significant in this vast world.

I cry,
because I am. Known.