By Natasha Tranter — July 31, 2009 | ONLINE ONLY

I write with ease in knowing,
our path to peace is ever growing.
The walk down memory lane stretches further, more and more
as we move on wheels to places new.

The faces are not daunting anymore,
never were as hard to see
as the blurred lines of our daily discourse, that continually keep me pacing.
Up.
and down. Not one soul with a frown in the beginning. Except for me.

I had a cry once or twice
Tears dropped silent in my room,
against the noises of the night.
I hugged my arm.

The days are my are acquaintances now,
they quicken in their coming, and going.
Then the flash of water drops arrive, keeping me still.
I am alive. This is when I think about not thinking.

But the light inside me was on for too long
It angered those who had nothing to gain
I sat a mute for just a while
With nobody in the world to blame.