" Arrows "

My complaints
were like arrows
That reigned
on my head
Shot aimless
without targets
Like piled books
of regrets
Thousands of pages
Still closed
and unread
Incomplete verses
and sentences
From my pen
they have bled
The arrows
shadowed the sun
As if a storm
yet to come
There I defended
my faith
With an empty shotgun
Reminding me
I'm imperfect
I've had my share
of my sins
And now I've grown older
putting those things
to an end
But impurity
doesn't kill knowledge
Nor the wisdom
I'll gain
Only my need
for enduring
And my pride
It has slain
Now my caterpillars
have all died
But my butterflies
came to life
A woolly bear
became the moth
And was drawn
to Your light
Where I skinned my knees
on forever
At the threshold
of infinite nights
Pink clouds
bloomed like wild flowers
Igniting
my skies
Then they ate
all the black ones
While I licked
the rest clean
Again I shot my arrows
with new faith
And with grace
they grew wings

~ Jesse Okoroshi Masu James ~