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.

© Blake Leitch November 18, 2012