the lost path...and truth- like it or not.

We are trapped by what we know...
And freed by errant seeds we sow.
Never imagining the crop we'd yield,
By napping in some foreign field.

We wander off the map prepared,
By those who wish to keep us from being snared,
Only to find a raptured bliss,
In the arms of one who'd be dismissed.

A dark knight, a cowboy, a biker dude-
All excluded for what they exude,
Darkness, oily, not to ever be made pure,
And never deserve a Sunshine girl.

There is a reason God made Hell-
And some secrets He will never tell.
Of Angels fallen, and of singed wings,
Of His broken heart, and shattered things.

Of splintered souls who search for love,
And only find a leathered glove.
Who look 'til death to find sweet peace,
And only find it "6 ft underneath".

And yet, I am a lucky one.
A golden girl who walks in sun...
Who sparkles in the moonlight bright.
Who shares no darkness with the (k)night.

But yes, my ache is no less a pain,
and the hurt I feel is not a gain.
But wisdom comes when my heart doth yield,
To observe the crops from a foreign field.

To lay down and sleep in another's life,
To wake and feel his hurt and strife.
And judge not the knight, cowboy, or biker dude.
But understand their life, and accept their truth.

CRB/6-15-13