when our words run

old words

 

I remember you

your whispered half-questions

resembling the thoughts I almost had

on another cloudy day.

Your honest words filled me,

tempted me into flights of

unexplored consciousness

and step by step I ventured

farther from my own locked doors.

I wandered out alone

into bright, dead-of-day streets

full of my own possibilities

seized by my own fallibilities.

Some days I will meet the gaze

of the demons that haunt this world

but on others

when my self-fed fears are too much

I may need you to walk beside me.

Take my hand.

Your words are my strength.

Your strength is my hope.

My hope is your redemption.

We will save one another.

Reviews

[jcarlson33]

I think there is some striking symbolism in the "dead-of-day" line. Overall, the rhythm is incredibly immersive while still being broken up by the lines. "And step by step I ventured
farther from my own locked doors."
Something about that line really gives a nice brisk rhythm. Part of this poem seems like a biting angst within the speaker competing with the outer source of strength from a loved one. Well done.

[Emily B]

Thank you!

[Jeff]

Very powerful poem. It provides hope to the hopeless.

[Sweet_pale_cacophony]

Ah!! i love this Emily..adore this,you weave such magic with words..
when you said,I may need you to walk beside me.
Take my hand.
Your words are my strength.
Your strength is my hope.
My hope is your redemption.
We will save one another.
Yes sometimes we do need on another..we might be very strong in our minds but there are times when we do not want to stand alone..we simply want to fall back.

[Gandré]

oh, I got goose-pimply on my arms while reading this, she lived, in (Gänsehaut haben) I can't translate this I believe, deed a life full of noble ideals, her integrity was perfect, she was led and followed by love, lovely illustration of a strong-minded lady! this was beautiful.

[Libby McKeown]

I ventured farther from my own locked doors. . .I should be so lucky. This is one of those poems you read at 4am and hope against hope that it could be true. Thanks for the late night inspiration...again!

[Patient Poet (Yos)]

Your words are my strength.
Your strength is my hope.
My hope is your redemption.
We will save one another.

so true :)

[Patient Poet (Yos)]

Oh dear , I can feel you wrote this for me , its so beautiful , make me think , make me wonder, how wonderful poet you are , You!

[MagiCrystal]

Without Love we crumbled...hope is love, God.
This touched me very deeply...make me cry
You posted in past tense...this make me think so much
To take that hand.. and walk side by side..
Who can be safe.. no one
Redemption is one words.. that I used hate..
Now.. all I think is about that...every letter..
I used to be broken.. and time was my best friend..
Darkness was my own mind.. and now
Light is life..this is an amazing poem.. I love it so much
Remembering a love one.. is like breathing they're oxygen again.
So Exhausting .. you have a unique style

[atom]

Beautiful.

[Avocations of Amber]

How in tune you are with your writing and self-expression......
I love to write, love words, love the power that they can contain.
This was a lovely poem. So very soulful......

[J.P. Bristow]

----serene and brimming with a divine kindred spirit.