Introspection

perched upon the precipice of doubt, my

hawk like eyes scan the horizon, looking for

those who would prey upon my wisdom;

winds of apprehension blow strong

against my mental feathers as I

some of them falling to the ground;

Cherokee recipes of courage lay at my feet,

waiting to be scrolled out and used, but,

are unreadable due to yesterday's rain;

a haunting presence of my ancestors flows

through my veins uncontrollably like chemo

diluting and poisoning my inescapable heritage;

minutes turn to hours, then to weeks, days, and years

while I ponder the inevitable as though it

were a freshly added verse to Revelations;

my long standing fortress begins to crumble

from the unnatural weight of my own thoughts,

and the clearer I see the less I understand;

time seems to heal nothing while providing us

with just enough distance in between to only

allow us to glimpse at fading mental photographs.

27Aug13