Of friends I have many
Of soulmates; rarely true
They are friends along a journey
To places I never knew
I never wanted to take this trip
But of choices I had so few
The one I chose not to take
Leaves me writing this to you.
Careful not to turn your head!
Looking back you will often cry
For what once was can never yet be
The past is where one dies.
So in perpetual motion I maintain
One step ahead of the past
One step ahead of the memories of what was
Whisps of peace that rarely last.
I tire of the distractions
The things I do each day
But necessary they truly are
Demons of darkness held at bay
Standing in the shower
Tears mixing with the rain
Feeling lost within the droplets
As sadness goes down the drain.
In silence, in the darkness
When I lay in bed alone
In sleepless dreams they come again
And live within my home.
With morning sun I shake them off
They vaporize as morning dew
Another day where they are held at bay
They will return at night anew
So I count all of my blessings
And realize my wants are still a dream
Of something that is oft rarely found
And leave them buried and unseen
Christen, as I finished reading your poem, am fighting against the tears that threaten to swamp me, with their deluge. For it speaks to me, a level, as someone, who undergoing a similar journey, as you are. Please keep strong, during this periods of darkness that haunt us.ReplyDelete
Likewise, I so related, Christen.ReplyDelete
Beautiful and heartbreaking.ReplyDelete