Journey's End Poem by Lukie Pieterse

Time is living me.
More silent than my shadow,
I pass through the loftily covetous multitude.
My name is someone and everyone.

From a desert of loneliness I come,
From a place where solitary and desperate souls dwell.
From a land of solitude I come,
From a place where hollow men cry tears of dust.
From a sea of sorrows I come,
From a place where remorse and guilt and shame reign.
From a mountain of broken dignity I come,
From a place where shreds of lost hope abound.
From the quicksands of life I come,
From a place where faith are smothered and sucked under.
From the gutter of drunken bliss I come,
From a place where the pain is drowned even for a day.
From a house of loveless anger I come,
From a place where merciless judgement condemned me to hell.
From a world of unforgiveness I come,
From a place where nails of scorn crucified my soul.
From a valley of painful loss I come,
From a place where grief and unfulfilled dreams are shattered glass.


And now I walk slowly.
Like one who come from so far away,
He does not expect to arrive...


And then,
From times long forgotten you come.
From a heart tender and innocent you spoke to me,
From a soul hungry for a mate you waved at me,
From eyes with tears wet you winked at me,
From a body so slight and ever beautiful you invited me,
From a need born from guilty want you called to me:

Stop now, you said
Dream again, you pleaded
Share bountifully, you asked
Believe, believe, you urged
Love once more, you whispered

And I stop to look at you.
And I turn to yesteryear
And I weigh today
And I ponder tomorrow

And I start to walk again.
Slowly.
And I stop again.
And I look again.

Like one who wish with all his heart that this might be it...
That this might just be
Journey's end.