GAS Featured Poet: Candace Meredith

 

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