Can’t you see this isn’t the idea

You were meant to be like me

and not me like you.

But the universe said something different

and here I am…

Being, like you I am

It’s still here though the idea of you

in me. I can see, physically, that I am like you

through genetics and science and whatnot

we share the same blood, you and I

So like you am I.

But where does it end this link to each other

Can you see me as I see you

In the mirror we are the same you and I

Your face is my face

Can you feel this as I stitch your name across my chest

Your name… Our name…

Try as I might I am like you

Your life is my life

Your heart is my heart

and through this we are linked,

you and I.

Me and You.

 

 

 

As I stand on the cusp of the forever

I look into the past and ask myself why.

Why trouble with the endless nights and the sleepless journeys.

Why see this through to the end when today is so simple

To the end of it all is where my path leads me.

So into the dark I travel

where the end is something of a mystery

and the beginning the final end of it all.

Into the dark I ride my faithful steed

Along roads well traveled

and those unknown

Into the dark

and bursting into the light

the light finds me slowly staggering into the unknown

along the path laid before me my feet do take me

up highways

down freeways

Into the light I do travel.

The end begins with those first steps

those innocent simple little movements

moving you into the future.

At that moment,

in the dark light of the now,

I am a child.

As a child, I take my first steps

towards those waiting arms of my Father.

 

Stand with me,

Soldier of war.

Side by side, shoulder to shoulder,

fight beside me, bleed with me,

Stand with me

As our brothers fall

as you leave this place of terror

as you huddle with the sane.

Stand with me,

upon my return to the loving embrace.

Stand with me

as we never leave that place of fear

as horrors bask in our waking nightmares

as we never forget.

Stand with me,

As we tear up and say farwell to those we once knew

To those we once were

Stand with me in a grey silence

for we, are survivors.

Smell assaults my whole,

Flung back into the past to a time long ago,

When I would sit at my father’s feet atthree am.

You see my father was an early riser

And always you could catch him

With coffee in the morning.

So I would wake in the morning as the kitchen stirred

With the noise of the morning to come.

I would stalk the house so as not to wake those that still slumbered.

In the kitchen I would see my father sitting, head hung low from the tiredness

But as I walked in he would lift that head and smile.

He would have his heavy hand wrapped around his cup and every so often he

Would take a small sip.

I would come to him then and sit at his feet.

I would dream the dreams of children.

He would smile down at me and place his warm hand upon my head

And whisper, I love you son.

I would look up into the face of my hero and whisper back,

I love you too Father.

My mother would wake shortly after.

She would pour her own cup of coffee and sit with us for a moment.

My sister sleeps still and we are quiet so as not to wake her.

My mother and father would make lunches for the day

And afterwards we would all get ready,

My father for work and I for the day of children’s dreams.

The time would come when my father would leave.

I would cry and cry at the thought of losing him for the day.

He would kneel down and rub his callused hands through my hair.

He pulled me close and hugged me then while softly saying,

I’ll be home soon. You’re the man of the house now. I love you.

I would fight away and scream then through teary eyes.

I screeched in a terse whisper, Don’t go! I ‘m not strong enough to be the man of the house!

He would just look me in the eye and say, you are strong enough because you are my son.

I would wipe my eyes and look deeply into his, I am strong enough because I love you.