Because I have wrapped up my first chapbook collection, I am starting a new one. Below you will find a link to the first chapbook of the new series. Enjoy!
Without further ado, I present you, A Ride to the Other Side
Physical copies coming soon…
By JMACTHEDREAM
Because I have wrapped up my first chapbook collection, I am starting a new one. Below you will find a link to the first chapbook of the new series. Enjoy!
Without further ado, I present you, A Ride to the Other Side
Physical copies coming soon…
I perceive a new life
Through my eyes now aged.
I’m a new type,
Freed from a cage.
I believed so much
When I was younger.
I touched the sky
Before the thunder.
Things look different
Than before.
Back when monsters
Hid behind doors.
I see a new light
Previously covered
With a new sight
Different from others.
The vision is different
As my eyes adjust
To everything changing.
My perception I trust.
I approach the gate,
but I’m denied access.
I’m told to wait
and not be the fastest.
The voice echoes
off the rusty gate
and then determines
my very fate.
I wait in silence
much like that gate,
then I reach for the handle
a chance I’ll take.
My turn is now
through years of patience.
I still wonder
where the time went.
The doors swing open
and I’m the last one in.
But was this place different
from where I’ve been?
Others now stand
on the other side
as the gate closes
creating a divide.
I now look through
spaces in the gate
remembering what I knew
from an altered state.
The smallest darkness juxtaposes light
Existing, utilizing its polar opposite.
Following close behind in the night.
Inching closer to us, the true cause of it.
Mimicked and mocked, I continue to move
Regardless of the broken half of me
Dragging along with nothing to lose
…But time
And no ears to hear nor eyes to see.
Through each journey, the darkness is there
Tapping my shoulder, reminding the body
Of a time
more difficult and and unclear
Of a time
When feelings hurt and no one saw me.
Nothing is alone on a earth with billions of lives
Especially when shadows commit to a reveal
Those who foil a dark history with bright times
Found life in a shadow in which they appeal.
Each mountain climbed strengthens it’s figure,
Every emotion and thought sinks into its shape.
Growing stronger each day to the body it lingers.
Connected to out heels, never early or late.
It knows
How we feel and what we say
How to be with us when we are stray.
But who caused this darkness attached to our hip?
Was it us or the environment in which we breathe?
Why does it feels like oversized cargo on a ship?
Whomever it is, it’s a part of me until the earth I leave.
Stuck, in the same seat many others
Are familiar. Confined to a lane created by
Those before us. Hands gripped, tightly around
A leather circle. Many signal and orchestrate
Cars around them as if surrounding cars
were trained musicians. Inching forward with
Anticipation and slight remorse. But I’m not
Alone in this course. Sweat falls from faces
Onto White collars, onto car mats costing
Too many dollars. Hearing too many hollars.
Another inch closer. But to what? Where?
Switch lanes if you dare. Use a blinker.
Do not linger. Move. One inch closer.
You’re almost there. Look back rarely.
“You remember how you got here?”
Asked by a passenger. Idk. Barely.