Exhuming Buried Feelings

How deep the abyss of love’s precipitous graveyard,

A place that at high noon realizes light-shedding mistakes

Becomes defenseless as the shadows of hiding have nowhere to go.

Fearful of creating more of the same,

Man holds securely the remaining strands

Of rappelling hope,

Where fibers of youthful safety

Once so secure,

Now of tenuous scarred forewarning.

How arid the updraft

Of seeming bottomless graves,

Reminding the descent

Mistakes and regrets

Maintain vigilance

In this landscape

Of life’s efforts,

Mistakes,

And failures,

Are but lessons needing to be learned.

To reach the bottom,

Exhume the remains of errors in judgment,

Lessons having had time

For knowledge to secure purchase

Wisdom’s possibility

May be rendered at last.

Oh, how unearthing the remnants

Of misguided and ill-timed determination

Exalts the spirit within,

Where ethereal judgment

Understands reprieve,

Forgiving the child in the man,

And the innocence of growth,

To have a final chance.

To heal a part of the  infallibility of humankind.

Here…

Might such an unearthing lead one

To trails yet to discover,

Highways awaiting smooth transit

Into Man’s destiny now in hand,

Where fate having had its chance,

Succumbs to the dream of bliss

Within one’s learned lessons of growth.

To be given such opportunity,

Bestows confirmation of life’s forensics,

Those often hidden,

Buried,

And seemingly impossible clues to answers.

One is reminded

Fulfillment of  joy and happiness

Is forever available.

We only have to risk the effort

To actuate the lessons.