days of old
begin to unfold
each lesson taught
every love bought and lost
deep imaginations and
emotional isolation
who cluttered the stairs?
is anything else hidden there?
besides hymen broken and
teenage confusion openly outspoken?
it seems as if it were another life
for it’s been a long time since
the visions were in my sight
all echoing failure and deceit
will i view it like a movie critic
when god assigns me to my theater seat?
how many stars will fall upon the page of reviews?
and what age shall bring me closer to the truths
i’ve constantly searched for during this life?
will it mean nothing more as i humanly put up these fights?
consider this: all is brought to the surface in the end
as you soar up to heaven hell descends
©2005 josephine b. ciliento