For my sons Geoffrey and Travis, the reasons why.
To my mother, Cicelia Cheyne, who gave me strength when I had none.
A SOUL’S JOURNEY
By Sharon Cheyne-McCabe
Published by Mat516 Publishers at Smashwords.
Copyright By: Sharon Cheyne-McCabe 2011
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INDIFFERENCE
COLD
FIRE
TRI-POLAR
THE
BEAST
THE
REAPER
ELUSIVE
GRAVITY
MINDLESS
CAPTURED
REGRETS
AN
UNKIND SEASON
CARNAGE
THE
PAINTER
THE
SEEKER
MOON
UNTRIED
MORE
REGRETS
BATTERED
MOTHER
A
DYING SEASON
AVIS
HOPE
BONDAGE
DESPAIR
LIVE
ON
SOULWEAR
FIRE
WORDLESS
THE
JOURNEY
THE
TOUCH
FAREWELL
WHISPERINGS
AURA
NIKOLA
DAD
NEMESIS
HEARTSONG
THE
AWAKENING
THE
DREADED SEASON
BEGINNINGS
GRACIJA
INDIFFERENCE
SHADOWS
TELL
ME…
THE
LEAVING
RECKLESS
MOMENTS
SUNWATCH
PROMISES
WINTER
DUST
About
the Author
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Homeless
child on unloved feet
With restless eyes and hopeless
dreams
Prowling the nights on empty streets
Looking for
something only he can see.
Sleeping with one
eye on the dark
Restless dreams are bold and stark
Hungry
heart, unchildlike waif
Too early thrust on earth’s bald pate.
Fruitless stick,
empty-eyed chit
Bony frame seared head to toe
With endless
signs of nightly woe.
Silent waif of careless streets
Creeping along so
silently
Ever wondering how different it would be
If people did
not pass by so indifferently.
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Once
I held something so infinitely precious, so fragile
In the palm of
my hand
But I let it drift away, until
Slowly it sifted through
my fingertips.
Turned to barren
dust.
In love’s cold ashes I turned away
But that fragile
thing burned me still
It haunted my dreams and turned me to
nothing.
Captured me and made
me its prisoner
Till I no longer cared or knew how to be
But a
creature in rapture
A form of my own despair.
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Deep,
dark, dying. Emotionless
Cut-up. Torn being
Grating,
carelessly torn soul
Lying on bed less night
Waking, watching.
Never sleeping.
Dormant blight, unseen sight
Cloudy day, hollow
night
Unending, unwanted wakefulness.
You torment my sight.
Daylight springs
forth.
Light-filled sight
Joy-filled height
Stay forever,
friend-filled right
Ever-seeking, but never remaining
Friend in
sightless plight.
Greatness, will you
be mine?
Never! For normality is all I seek
My soul lies weary
and weak
Alone. So cold – to scold.
Peace but never mine
So
longed for, never abound.
Never, never around.
Always out of
reach
I reach to seek
So alone; but crisply unique.
Boneless, righteous,
ever-judging land
Reach out your spiny fingers
And take my
hand.
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Creep
silently, weeping child of woe
Lest the sleeping beast you
awaken.
Douse your stifling fear, you must
And bravely don your
nightly mask
For cruelty senses weakness
Preys on the a feared
Oh child within, be
brave and strong
But weakness always prevails, and fear
turns
to dread
A heart beats loudly. Fills the head.
Compelling me
to lie down. To sleep
life’s endless sleep.
No more dreaded
dreams, and screams
To lie down, to slumber – never to awake
A
dream within a dream.
So lonely. So
alone.
Darkly, my soul must atone.
To forgive. To forget. But
on and on it lingers.
Abusive beast! You tear my soul
Derider
of women. Destroyer of dreams.
Your mask is sincere and true.
But
your face I have seen
It has cruel and mean
You shatter
children’s nightly calm
For them, I must be their balm.