Faded

Faded

A picture

A picture of memories

Of good times

Of the bad

The edges crinkled from being carried around

The edges worn from being shown to the world

A picture

A photograph

but the canvas is blank

A Midnight Stroll

Time weighed heavily on his bones

1806, 1943

Each step he took, he walked a century

1740, 1856, 1901

Dust stirred beneath his aged form

1723, 1907 and 1908 respectively

Death surrounded him

1812, 1776, 2009

In all it's glory

Abecedarian of a Lost Soul

A boy, a girl, a hero

Born or forgotten?

Cast into a mold or

Doomed to create their

Every move and desire,

Forcing their presence -

God-like and unholy,

Hellbent, or lurking

In the sunlight,

Jaded by their own

Kin, hated by others but

Loved, for who they

Make themselves out

Not to be, for fear of being

Ostracized by society,

Policed by constraints that

Quiver their soul, that

Reaps what it sows

Savoring the mold, though

Tossing it to the side

Unabashed, unafraid, unashamed

Veering to find themselves

Waiting for that

x-ray to come back saying

“You are who you are” not a

Zealot or a soldier but….