Night and Day

By Chris Walden

For so many years

I searched for my soul

Shedding my tears,

I was tortured without parole.

I live what others did;

Now I know why

So many of us hid

Or wanted to die.

Life isn’t fair.

The game is too short.

Our lives had no flair –

Our ship not at port.

Who are we really?

What do we do now?

Unless you died a thousand deaths

In experience – and to do what?

How can we proceed

If we don’t know how?

I lost sight of the light.

Life was just one big fight.

I was losing to the darkness.

All my hopes were dying –

My dreams no longer flying.

Then my day came

And nothing was the same.

I found the light at last

And regained my sight at ‘full blast’.

I suddenly knew who

And what I was going to be.

You’ll find out someday too,

When you set your mind free.

This does not mean

To end your own life –

But to begin life itself

In your new world without strife.

The past can’t be changed,

And you can only change the future.

What’s done is done;

You can only learn from your mistakes –

Don’t give yourself headaches.

Your day will come too,

As mine once did.

It will be a living reminder

To you of your special place.

I look back but a week –

Or was it a year?

Either way, I climbed

From the pit of despair

And into the clear and open air.

Now I know how,

I can live life anew.

While I was grounded then,

I took my wings up and flew.

I once looked at myself

And saw only a machine:

A cold shell without meaning,

Without purpose in life,

Without the light of life,

Without the nurtured heart.

Now I’m still a machine.

The once cold shell is warm;

It is protecting me now

With my knowledge and experience.

At last I am completed,

With all of my parts.

One with a purpose in life,

One with a conscious soul,

And one with a warm heart.

So you see,

Within life there can be,

Light.

The shiny ray of hope,

No longer a need to mope.

Look for your day

To show you your way.