Maybe it was an intoxication, that flowed within my veins
It has purified me,a cleansing poison!
Maybe it was a fire, my embers a gold of red
Annihilated me,and charred all nil !
Maybe it was lifeblood,so ever dissipated
That heart-wrung tears,are now an ink to doom !
Maybe it was a history,buried alive
Ghosts haunt still,all space and time…
Maybe it was a little cry,once ignored
Deafening silences,now are,to behold.
Maybe it was a tide,that swept along
To a place,where all hope,to long.
Maybe it was a heart,that once all loved
Pricked now,and all too cold..
Maybe it is hope,that now
It can’t be worse ?
Maybe it is love,which lives beyond life !
Maybe it is faith,which shall enliven,like seeds just green!
Maybe it is care,like water to the lips of one anguished from thirst !
Maybe it is to know,like a starry light that guides.
Maybe it is passion,that sustains,when it all conspires .
Maybe it is me,reflecting,on the ‘maybe’ of it……