I’ve decided to try to be a poet
One of my closest friends in the whole wide world is an absolutely brilliant poet. After begging her to read me one of the most beautiful pieces I’ve ever heard, (which she wrote), I asked why she wrote poetry. She explained that it helped her get her emotions out, to deal with things. For her, it was an out. One she could do by herself, with-out venting to a friend. I’ve been thinking about that a lot lately. I guess I’ve decided to try to be a poet. My poems stink, but hey-they make me feel better. Give it a try, you may like it too. So without further ado here’s:
Flicker of Light
Empty phone, there’s no messages, there’s no calls.
I’ve been knocked off my pedestal tall.
Blank sincerity, broken promises, I’m just ready to end this nonsense.
This weight is heavy that I must bear.
Full of the unknown, care, fear.
The angels surround me, straining to lift. They push, they pull, but sometimes the weight just shifts.
Don’t get me wrong, I’m grateful indeed.
For with-out those angels, where would I be?
But sometimes the angels, oh those blessed unseen angels, are wanted in the form of a friend.
On off, on off.
The once warming brightness now unpredictable.
In this dark tunnel I see no end, wanting to turn back to where it began.
Back to where the light shone round, where happiness and laughter were all to be found.
When expectations were met, promises kept, and no one ever silently wept.
When an angel stood by me, shining brighter than the rest. We took on the world with-out a fright.
Man, wasn’t that a sight.
I stand all alone in the dark tunnel, my bright angel gone, my friendship quickly forgotten.
Oh what it would be to be wanted, not just needed.
A flash of light at the end of the tunnel, a signal of hope.
Not one flicker of light emerges but numerous blinking round me.
On off, on off.
Their aura’s simultaneously strengthen and fade, but not once am I left in the dark alone.
My eyes can’t help but search for my fallen angel, once again reaching disappointment.
The lights keep flickering, lighting the way. I take a step forward away from the dark.
The weight on my shoulders still bears down, but the flickers of light have found their mark.
They help push on the weight in an impossible way, one that I could never say.
I left my forgotten angel back in the dark.
My heart will always hold a tear, but it just goes to show that one day you cared.
The angels of light beckon me forward. Smiling encouragement as they flicker like the end of a wick.
It takes true courage to light the way, true friendship to strengthen your aura.
Dedication to withstand the winds of change.
These flickers of light have it.