Not as hopeful

As the last moments

Of the day

From the production

Made

Rather ashamed

Of mistakes

Taken in stride

All the time

I have learned to

See through

The blinding light

The time has gone

By

In a way

That wakes

A moment

Since then

I have been

Open to new

Ideas

And hopes

Of what is to come

Bitterness

Doesn’t mean

Much

When the only hope

Is togetherness

In time

Will resolve

All wounds

A little more

Or a little less

Is what is expected

When you give up

On the rest

Go around

Again to see

The world

That we know

And the world that

We can see

Running

From the words

That take away my breathe

Leaves me

Helpless

To address

The deeper issues

Of fear

In my soul

Pulling me back

To the words

I keep running

From

What is a title

A name

Or a institution

Reckoning

It’s longstanding powers

Over the people

Or is it just a quick

Word

Passing

On the streets

Of LA

How the time

Has passed

Since life

Has taken

Turns

Shaded in fog

In my own mind

So the grapes of life

Have grown ripe

Today

We enjoy

The fruits of many years

Labor