Back Into The Arms Of My Arms Poem by RIC BASTASA

i am back


i was away on a trip
lost in those layers of
history

i open the pages of an old book again
and it tells me
who i was

weak and always penetrated by
the joys of
evil

i bite my lips
and spread my fingers as i grapple for words again

a deva in me
has arisen

i am back and the old chapters of what i 've read
tease me

how can you change? there is no change because there is no
happiness in there

i go back to those pages again
but i am writing notes from this pen


i am growing
i am taking roots

i am back and happier now
stronger even

because i shall no longer be missing you that much
and when your face resurfaces again on the mist

i don't grapple that much
to see

what is real.