Whisper on Wind

As I sit to express my thoughts and deeds…
I see something hazy, to left of my right
Is that my darkness threating to overwhelm?
Is that my inner confessor watching over each sin;
as I bleed myself out, on this paper with pen?
Perhaps, it’s something comforting, guiding my thoughts,
to honesty and truths, I’ve never before sought?
Is it my demons, laughing and crawling,
(literally and figuratively) on my back?
Or is it my Angel whose strength holds me up,
directing my path, and making me truthfully “see”?
As I focus, the haze gone like a whisper on wind;
I write it all out, Beginning, Middle and End.