A Moment in the Spotlight

I grew accustomed to being disillusioned
by the present moment.
I was so enchanted by a past constructed
to keep me contained,
my future became dreadful anxieties
of moments of pain still to come.
When I understood this to be the absolute truth
(that there will always be pain to come)
I imagined myself letting go of the attachment
to the pain that is yet to come,
through a deep wound that has been revealed
from whence that pain has come.

Beneath the armored outer shell
there is a soul shattered by
one gavel drop too many.
Performing before the law
and not from a place of love.
I retreat to an observed position of
the victim,
the outcast,
banished,
and not fit to be in the presence of real light;
not meant to get even a glimpse of true delight.

Now, as I ease back into Observer,
I know I contain it within me,
and I choose to illuminate that source
so that others will see,
to join and be
a light
despite all those dark places
we allow ourselves to become blinded by.
Active participation in
constant observations,
contemplations,
and perpetual course corrections,
forever flowing in a moment.

This poem was brought to you by the New Moon in Capricorn.