The Spirit in the Room

You are the spirit in the room

Never will you leave

You are the one who moved the broom

That invisible touch on my sleeve

When we close our eyes

Next to us, you stand

We always miss your touch

When we move our hand

You have a voice

Shy and silent you sit,

People passing you by,

Opportunities not hit,

The birds of progres fly.

But you have a soul,

A burning inside you,

Something to behold,

A sound so true.

Make yourself herd,

It is your choice,

Sing like a bird.

You have a voice.

Battle of Darkness

Always there, inside. deep in the shadows of my soul.

In my mind I look into a dark well, knowing that he is down there.

Ready to rise at any moment, waiting for a gap in my weakness, just a hole.

Every happiness, every piece of joy has a foundation of darkness not willing to share.

It's a constant fight, a battle of a lifetime, that will never end.

I have to go to war each day, and wear my armor.

Even when the day's battle is won, Darkness the morning will send.

To rage in my body's shell once more.

I could give in and let the darkness overwhelm

But what of my wife, children, and others

To end it now would start with another at the helm

Something I can not pass on and allow to smother

Mild man on the outside, raging in chaos from within

He longs for time to rest his head and only feel the glory

A glory from his ever-loving wife without sin

Something he searches for in his life story.