by Liz Sterling
 
On the journey I found:
Light and dark,
Remnants of the past –
Nuances I can swat away, others that will curse the day.
BOLD steps declare my presence, giving way to a callous mind,
shaped by ancestral codes; hidden from the blind.

Only open eyes see – what’s inside me –
No one – no thing,
A dreamt waiting to be massaged, caressed, discarded and released.

All clearing the way --- for the path to turn,

And become… another moment of light and dark.