Can Imagination...

Sometimes it’s so apparent how bull-headed our species chooses to be.

Can Imagination…
               by Odin Roark

Can imagination heal

The red of pain
Wounds of lacerate depth
Neither heart’s gentle massage
Or mind’s understanding
Can cauterize?

Will time

The conciliate arbiter
Render resentment
Fueled by frustration
Into reconciled antitheses
Allowing emotion
That all encompassing dictate
To sleep
Find solace
Adjust
Resign
Harmonize?

Perhaps

The child within
Will resolve the adult malfunction
Take the hand of innocence
Habitually long ignored
Lift its motion to stop
Go
Please
And
Take me

And gently reintroduce

Consciousness
Accepting childishness
The product of growing older
As not the artifact of youth
But the growing up dents in one’s armor
An evolvement
Perhaps never sustained
Of Imagination
Past the coloring book of youth

It happens
You know

To me
You
And the person next to you
Who might become the obstacle
The everyday kind of hurdle in childhood
We forgot how to negotiate

The enemy?

Can imagination… help?

We all know the answer

 

Reviews

[CosminDZS]

Fantastic, it is ones childhood that really defines you. Whether you look back in joy or resentment it is the driver of your later life, as your future gets shorter. This is great man, I love it.