The Curtain

As the curtain

of darkness is drawn tight

and the incense smoke hangs still,

muse settles in

and I become its channel
it’s quick to remind me

in its soft murmurs

that possibilities and hope

are still within the reach of my mind
muse, my sweet amnesia,

makes me forget my wounds,

my worries and

the prickly ache of time passed
once refocused in the moment

it’s easy to see my scars

make me who I am

but do not define me
worries are only time wasted,

my muse is otherworldly

and Heaven sent,

it leaves me lifted,
with the warmth of it

wrapped around me

I can brush the

the frigid throes of this world

from my shoulders
again I can walk

with head raised,

proud of each facet of my soul,

happy in every cell of my being,

filled with the anticipation

of what might be.
~Eric Vance Walton~

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