A Poem I Wrote About Being Lonely And Then Being Freed By Love In My Darker Days. |
Not Broken I used to watch it, through a foggy mist. A blur of color, high above the abyss. I couldn't hear or touch it, even though I tried. Not yet did I long for it; I knew not of why they cried. Then the darkness overcame me, and I found myself alone, and I was tied and shackled; with no sword to cut their stone. So I sat there, uncaring to the world, and waited endlessly; oblivious to what they hurled, at me. Then, dreaming I saw it again, the color in the mist; it came through the shadows, and my captors growled and hissed. Then all was silent, and myself, still shackled, I dared to look, towards what he unraveled. Now I could see, why poets are crafted, because beyond the abyss, is a relentless world, un-drafted. Then my chains rang, and I was dragged further below. But my screams of protest, were only binded to my soul. I again sat alone, uncaring to the world. Until many years later, I realized what I heard- From him. It was the words that assure one, that they are not alone, and as far as he may be, the chains I melted- With his soul. |