No Longer

There is a slight weeping that I hear when almost sleeping.

A keening of mournful longing, I want for the truth that could be dawning.

Is it my past calling or perhaps my present suffering a loss of falling?

I’ve let go of my chainful haunting hangings.

Now I believe against the walls my future is banging.

To let go of the identity that drove my waking hours,

What will I cling to when the milk of life begins to sour?

I’ve known grief and sorrow as twin friends,

I thought we would conquer the world together forever till the bitter end.

The pounding in my head that would fill my life with dread,

Has now become a musical stringing notes of flight,

Possibly even lyrics to which I can delight.

Fanciful… Is this my life now?

Are gone the days of drowning and of bitter bile corroding all sounding.

Dare I embrace this field of lilies and bees?

The sweet taste of honey has brought me to my feet,

I’m no longer begging on my knees!