There You Are

There You Are

By: Karlton A. Armistad

[Dedicated to those struggling to find their place in this this Life;

like Me!]

1.

Tired eyes, eyes that once saw a brilliantly clear path ahead, dreams and achievements like crystal droplets filled the momentous mind that lived in His head then. The world could be conquered and happiness, heart-filled happiness was purposeful & possible; back then He could almost see him living this Utopia. Now all he sees staring back at him are these tearful tired eyes.

2.

Rapturous rain and thunder smash against the rectangle pane of glass in his borrowed space, a reluctant heartbeat timidly rushes as he’ll never feel comfortable until He again has his own place, to call home. Where the sumptuous smell of cakes and Jamaican Jerk Chicken, makes neighbours through the flavours experience the richness of His culture and the woven web of culinary talent past down from Mother to Son.

A recovery; a chance to start again and work at building positive brick by brick, a simple life, a little piece of tranquility for all the years captured from Him, by death, the evil deeds of others and a heart betrayed so many times it bleeds like Caesar after the deceitful minds murdered him and what dreams he had for Rome. He; like Him did not require pity; only fairness and acknowledgement that we all deserve at least once to be...happy.

3.

As he overlooks the view into the Loch and beyond melting into the stormy Scottish night sky, it seemed only here gave him peace. The opportunity to settle with nature encompassing your every bountiful breath, precious petals of so much beauty with humanity woven into it like a piece of ancestral tartan....come on man, how could anyone not be inspired being right here!

4.

The Loch and its many enchanting rocks, has kidnapped a potent piece of Me and unlocked my once imprisoned creativity. As I walked my dog and rushes out to athletically swim, I look by the light of the bright moonlight and there I see Him. His Illuminated eyes, sparkle with hope, determination and new found peace of priceless creation. Nothing can stop Him now, and healing has begun. For all the turbulent beatings & pain, the War He has won. Here, He will stay and write He will, as He dries his dog and solidifies his Will.

End.