Touched

Waves can come crashing in
like a ton of bricks.
All my wrongdoings
taking back their licks.
High walls and swift. 

When the bricks holding up the face
begin to slowly
slip slide out of place
who will be there 
to provide some haste
to the perpetual free fall
that is gifted unto me. 

After I fall
do I rebuild the walls
that kept me
holed up in that space? 
Measures of the Moon
Samples to taste.
Moments and memories
of insanity and waste. 
At times
Give Grace. 

Do I let creep back in
what I so desperately kept out?
Thinking on this line
brings confusion and doubt. 
As the water surrounds me
more and more of what's been held in
claws and seeps its way out. 

I realize it's more than what we keep.
Pains of those that came before
tend to run as the Oceans go deep.
At night, as I feel my Mother weep
my Father, toss-turn in his sleep
I ask, what more must break
so that I may know peace?
Take me to the market square 
I've come to face the beast. 

Mark of them all.
You heeded the call.
Met to your greatest demise.
Through miserly and cries
denounced your pity
as the greatest disguise. 
No One here was pretending to be
Most Wise.

But You.
And as I ask to be forgiven
for the times my feet have stumbled.
I, in turn learn forgiveness.
Choices and lessons
words formed as a weapon.
Was it my Soul that demanded I be humbled? 

As I lie awake at night
The world around me continues to crumble.

Each waves comes in
like a rolling thunder of a ship.
Which was is which
when you're tossed about
with no one to care or not
if you beg, cry or shout.
Inside screams
like a hurricane
yet, you never made a sound. 
Hearts get fed when 
we make our own selves proud. 

~Ruby L.S.~