The Darkness Within
I have had plenty of time to reflect on my past recently, more so since I have published my memoirs. I concede that at times, moving on is not always the answer, but to take control of one's life, is a must do course of action. So, in my bewilderment, that I call my life, I have had to make some very hard decisions. Needless to say, they will be difficult to implement, but with love and friendship and advice I will move on.
It is time for change
Pain to follow my convictions
Come, sit closer and listen to the beat of my heart.
Your tender fingers run down my spine,
like tendrils of golden angel hair.
You are the air that I breathe,
and my passion in life is to
be your passion in life too.
I hold you with tainted breath,
as my words fall upon deaf ears.
I am grounded but willing to fly,
If only you would share flight with me.
I listen to your song,
and I wish you were singing for me,
calling my name for all humanity
to see that I am your prodigy,
sitting, willing to learn.
From after darkness comes light,
dazzling, bright and full of hope,
I am the future in your hands,
but still you recoil from my heart.
Is not my tender kiss enough that you should depart?
Knowledge is a gift to be shared,
and I am bathed in your glory every day.
For all the time I remain in this life,
I will always follow where you lead,
with the will and desire to find the real you.
Hiding in deathly shadows,
Is the fear of a young child.
Her life was once surreal,
she was also defiled.
But now with strength restored,
Once more to be engorged,
This poetry is a free verse and does not have any true rhythm. It is written from the heart.
To the future my friends, I will take you all along on the journey with me. Love assured. x
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