The View from Behind

I seem to have a tendency

To look back at things too long

Meaning I can only see

The things that now are gone

In only looking back behind

To people that we’ve been

The only view we’ll ever find

Is that which we have seen

For the view is somewhat restricted

If our backs are at the front

We can only do the things we did

And win what we have won

If only I could turn

To face the future not the past

I’d realise the things for which I yearn

Were never meant to last

If only I could see the hope

Of the path I am to take

Then maybe I could learn to cope

And my heart would not so ache

For those times gone and people met

For all the broken ties

I’d find it easier to forget

In pursuit of brighter skies

But I’m moving backwards just because

I won’t have to let things go

I’ll never move past who I was

Its far too difficult to grow


By Cachella Smith

On the Edge of the Bright Side

It’s hard to see clearly, when a blinding light

is shining at you from the side that is bright.

Where there are pathways and choices leading to hope,

Pursued by a people who know how to cope.

Meanwhile, you’re on a side that dwells in an ink

So dark, so demanding that you could not think

Of a life in the light, a life lived without it,

A life in a world where the darkness is lit.  

You appear to be trapped, looking on at the fun,

Held back in the shadows and removed from the sun,

Your devils, your demons, they’re holding you back,

From pursuing the happiness you so desperately lack.

So why can’t you transfer to the bright side of life,

Where they are lacking in troubles, in pain and in strife?

Oh, my dear, isn’t it clear, couldn’t you see all along,

That a star cannot shine once its darkness has gone?

Cachella Smith