I asked the heavens for a sign:
A reason yet to live.
I strained to hear the answer that I thought they wouldn’t give.
On and on I stumbled, wondering why I still was here.
“You’re not done” was all that they would whisper in my ear.
I closed my eyes to realize there was nothing left to say.
Good and bad and all of that had up and gone away.
Let the music of your words-
Lift me, set me free.
So I ask and I plead and I beg just one thing:
Be there when I wander,
Take me home tonight.
Be a rock to cling to amidst the wreckage of this fight.
I can’t seem to understand just why I’m not done yet.
And still we found eachother-
Even though we never met.
I don’t want to say out loud,
What isn’t really real…
But I can write these words down so you’ll know just how I feel.
Maybe in my dreams,
You’ll wrap your arms so tightly ‘round.
Maybe I will find the strength to get up off the ground.
Would you lift me higher then I ever dreamed to be?
I just don’t know,
Does my flaws show?
You seem so real to me…
JLDunn
You’ve a gift with words, the rhythm of this is melodic as well…
valzart
Oh youv’e given me goose-bumps..wonderful flow of words ;) Val hugzz
Jaybe
Beth, you are a true wordsmith…..
Agnes McGuinness
A beautiful and moving poem. Great imagery and rhythm:)
CathyJones
lovely flowing poem! Beautiful!
Joanne Bradley
Lovely sentiment and you do have a natural rhythm to your words…
bearpaw
wow like a beautiful melody that goes straight to your heart… absolutely incredible!
lianne
A very powerful piece, Beth – a place we’ve all visited in our spirits at one time or another. Moving and rhythmic and so very well done.