Unraveling

This poem was posted June 28, 2004:

Unraveling

I live a life with many secrets. I dwell in fear of discernment.
I live by the grower's hopes; that day when creations portray their true colors.
Yet I look beyond the sky, amidst wailing in the depths of warm, salty rivers.
I busy myself with hasty distractions. Effective but painful...
My mind drifts with the mellowing wind; the past within my grasp.
The colors of yesterday are vivid; an unwanted regression.
Repressed emotions are unfolded at times like these.
This is not me... this is the part of me you should know.
I shall live my life by the painter's pallete
and fill the stems of the creation.
Slowly I will bloom on that magnificent day,
and distinguish the shadow not far away.