Candace Meredith earned her Bachelor of Science degree in English Creative Writing from Frostburg State University in the spring of 2008. Her works of poetry, photography and fiction have appeared in literary journals Bittersweet, The Backbone Mountain Review, The Broadkill Review, In God’s Hands/ Writers of Grace, A Flash of Dark, Greensilk Journal, Saltfront, Mojave River Press and Review, Scryptic Magazine, Unlikely Stories Mark V and various others. Candace currently resides in Virginia with her son and her daughter, her fiancé and their three dogs and six cats. She has earned her Master of Science degree in Integrated Marketing and Communications (IMC) from West Virginia University.
by Candace Meredith |
This Time
This time when the high tide
Is so unbearable
When the lows
Keep rolling like thunder
Like an endless cloud cover
Or a drought that has gone
On for the ages and the
Masses perish there
This time when the meals
Are not plentiful and the
Famine is too much
To bear the weight of it
When there is the insurmountable
Ego that has repressed such
Memories that held his heart
In captivity like a caged animal
This time he lets go of his
Thought processes to allow
The future to bare the fruit
Of forgiveness if only
For his soul to feel whole
Again or for the first time
In his life because then
He can feel the change
This time he won’t bleed
Egocentric lies to conceal
A past that he could not
Stand to know so cognitively
This time there is change
The real chance to feel
Harmony and the days
Of his orphaned past
Wanes like a high tide in May
It recedes from the shore
Like a wake carrying him
To a life he’s never known
This time he rides the tides
With the air and sea breeze
That wisps his long flowing
Hair like a real memory gone wild
This time his heart is so full
It spills out like rain or candy
From the candy jar that sprinkles
In longevity of a lifetime healed
And on the beach he
Runs into her arms as
A someone with a past
But this time he is complete
With a being and a believing
That life is worth living
When there is love because
Love is his soul surviving
by Candace Meredith |
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