Damn the Valley

How we are deceived

by the innocent,

by those who never knew,

by the ignorant. 

It makes you wonder

if it is ignorance at all?

How could the obvious

be so small?

It's been some time since

this feeling, or lack of,

has punctured my heart,

my hopes, my dove. 

Days and weeks of

letting go and holding on. 

Months, a year of falling into

a pair of nowhere arms. 

My light is gone, at least

not in the angel I once saw. 

But damn the valley,

to the mountain peak I claw

to try and find the lost

light once more. 

That light is the reason

for life, for less, for all.