Spectacular 

By Shelley M. Latreille

My thoughts are a farm that is tended by sheep.
The farm is kept neatly compartmentalized into organized pens.
When thoughts are freed, words run wild and fall onto paper.
Oh my… What’s materialized in my mind…
Danger… Falling word zone…
It doesn’t matter how deep the bullet lies.
New experiences will draw it to the surface.
All the pain will be forgotten and those memories
will become nothing but a distant nightmare.
Sometimes shadows from your past fall to the wayside
whereas other times they bind to you like a putrid glue.
Erase time and make it as it never was.
Memories and perceptions are plastic inventions that share pieces
of your life for small bits of time and then it’s as if it never happened.
I am your passenger no more.
The journey abruptly ends as the new one unfolds.
The darkest, most shadow resistant places, can be found inside
those who smile and calmly view the world through eyes of glistening glass.
Their darkness is just waiting for that lucrative opportunity
to emerge and let itself loose on unsuspecting victims.
This is when they become spectacular.