A Place I Used To Go

My eyes look outward,

see all this bitter cold.

My sight sees mischief,

so my anxieties take hold.


Where I am looking is

not supplying calm that

I thought would be there;

I see visions of black.


I must shed all this fear

and awaken my strength

from depths of my tears

struck me blind and I sink.


Break I will at the bottom,

where I scratch to crawl out.

My eyes that saw mischief

I direct inward at my doubt.


I’ve a place I used to go

it was a pasture calm grows.

A field fertile with new soil,

awaits new strength I sew.

4 Comments Add yours

  1. Victoria says:

    Poignant and beautifully written. Well-done, Jared!

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