Raw with Potential

You stole across my soul
like midnight clouds
on a moonless night…
I simply couldn’t see
where it all would lead.

Overtaking my heart
like a storm at sea
Your every mood
every action
every word
a miracle,
endlessly fascinating,
a riotous joy.

Pieces of me I’ve given before,
and never missed a one.
Until you took yours home with you,
and left us behind.
I never saw in you a cruel intent
aimed at my heart.
Oh no,
we were never that
to each other!
Although those without conscience
would covet you
as a weapon most lethal
to those best beloved.

Pressing my soul to paper,
an earnest parting kiss,
I remember it all
from pinnacle of joy
to chasm of despair…
and try to love the World more
because you were in it
once upon a time…

Try to forgive them all,
even myself,
for pain inflicted,
for not being more,
being better,
being whatever you needed most,
for not answering your bright potential
with our own.

Like a hero returning home,
you were the best example
of how we all should live.
although most of this life
was only a latent dream,
a shell too small
to house such a soul.

I see now
that I’ve loved many
just for who they could be
if they chose.
Unlike you,
many choose not to fulfill
the Divinity within.

My heart-wound may never heal,
but I’ll keep trying to seal it over
with only that which is worthy;
the memory of all you have taught me,
and teach me still.

I hope I’ve learned at last
to recognize the potential
but love only the living truth
of each soul
as they come my way.
Given a second chance,
I would certainly give again,
but I would have given you more;
a long life time of love.
Were it not for that single blow,
I might have already followed you
across the Great Divide.
Yes, perhaps best
that I can no longer
return love directly.

each time my love for you overwhelms,
I hand it out;
in gratitude for every moment of Beauty,
a gift to every lost and angry soul
to every child and elder,
innocent or blameworthy,
to every Teacher
who happens across my path.
Because I see your eyes looking back at me
from even the most shadowed corners of every soul.

My heart, a willing sacrifice,
each bloody piece given
in memory of the raw
unguessed potential
hidden in each of us.
Because you taught me
what such potential really means.
You taught me that true love is visceral,
as constant as Change.

Raw with Potential

Quinn Blackburn

Bethel Park, United States

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Artist's Description

This piece was written August 5, 2009 in memory of my first grandson who left us so suddenly on that date a year before. Death is always hardest on those left behind, perhaps especially so for those losing a young child… it is hard to forgive all that potential suddenly denied, all the wonderful moments taken from us before they are allowed fruition. Zakary taught me many things… the importance of Honesty… how to love with your whole heart right up to the edge of Life… He is still teaching me… how to let go, and how to find the will to heal. He was a powerful gift in my life, and I try to love the World more because he was in it once. I shared this work with the focus on the photo I put with it, Zak and his father, our son. But, I wanted it listed in my Writing section as this poem says so much for me. I hope any repeat visitors don’t mind my organizing.

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