Declaration

Declaration

Kneeling, I am at a loss
to conquer all the fears
that have pursued me hard and fast
throughout these many years

so I stand with upraised fist
and shout my battle cry
down into the depths of Hell
and upwards to the sky

grasping truth so long denied,
I tear it til it bleeds
freeing me of wretched pain
and filling many needs

never one to mourn or weep
in sight of judging eyes,
only in my deepest soul
I let the grief arise

but now the guilt is slow to come
the sins of youth have died
and I am left alone with tears
I never should have cried

age is but a number now
old knees are hard to bend
I know within my heart of hearts
that death is not the end

C. Lon R. Bruso