the monkey on my back is my friend

[ammonator]

it was then that it occurred to us the glass was half full.
why did we prefer the darkest corner of the room?
we felt revealed in the light.
in the dark we were mysterious and unseen,
but there's power in not being known.

why do we seek to purge clean hands?
our unseen blood stains haunt our souls,
the hearts we have torn from there comfortable chests.
an empty edifice is dry and bloodless;
the picture can't be broken or lost.

why are affections we're given never known until they're gone?
we want what we had but one can't fix the past by living in it.
the clock hands have twisted a knot of time that cannot be unmade.
regrets grow into a tree shadowing over the sunrise of the new day;
a seed of love planted in the sands of the past and watered by tears.

i beg the muses bring something beyond your short-lived inspirations.
give me a sun to burn by the day and not a candle to light the night.
or greater than the muses, God give me a heart as your own.
give me love as you have shown; a piece of you,
give me wisdom to see with open eyes and walk on water as land.

i am ready to show myself as i am and not as i am not.
i welcome the light and sing for the day, its warmth a reminder.