Nightime Visitor

Sometimes when you least expect help to happen, it occurs in the unlikeliest visitor-

Nighttime Visitor ~

Hiding my soul away, behind my tears.
The tendrils of my hair brush away my pain.
No one knows who lives behind this facade.
My inner spirit.

My role on this Earth is undefined.
Just a part of the ether-
I drop my head and I begin to weep,
My hair cascades around my eyes,
Twisting around it,
In a swirl of black darkness,
And I become a magnetic force,
Stirring up emotions in the skyline-
Like a black lead that creates negative attraction,
Shooting off dark electrodes,
In the process of which a storm is made.

And the I let my tears fall . . .
Unaware of the energetic vibrations,
My shaking shoulders manage-

A shadow crosses my line of vision-
And I look up, startled by a visitor.

I'm so enwrapped in my grief,
The rabbit barely makes an impression.
I continue to cry, and- newcomer,
Seemingly conscious of my all-encompassing emotions,
Still sits in front of me.

For a moment, it seems, that even though,
I am a solitary dot,
- forgotten by the Gods, by Fate (other than being a misprint, perchance, by the hand of Time,

who this time got the place and time sequence mixed up-)
I am not alone.
Silly, but it seems as though the rabbit knows,
That I am in pain, and- if not understands me-
Then empathizes,
With the fact of my being such.

After a time, the shaking subsides . . .
And mentally I rouse myself enough,
To cross over the threshold,
Of the emotional line between-
The deluge I'm under, and the height of this-

 Newfound awareness.

Acutely aware of my visitor, and-
Thinking that the rabbit would stay,
If I keep my head down-
In pretending that the rabbit's presence,
Hasn't chemically caused to my thunder,
To wane before climax,
In pretending-
That I am still a part of the furious onslaught,
One with my emotions,
Hell-bent in destruction- and at one with the elements-

So I keep my head down . . .
But, alas!
A slight trepidation slowly sets in,
And then, when I look up,
Note my visitor has vanished.

She came just long enough to,
Walk me through the worst of my thunder . .
And then left me,
Leaving an empty space in her wake.

Reviews

[Dr. YumnaKay]

"Hiding my soul away, behind my tears.
The tendrils of my hair brush away my pain.
No one knows who lives behind this facade.
My inner spirit."
So true!! Only we know the true extent of us, of what we are..
"For a moment, it seems, that even though,
I am a solitary dot,
- forgotten by the Gods, by Fate (other than being a misprint, perchance, by the hand of Time,
who this time got the place and time sequence mixed up-)"
Yes this is what we often think.. That what is the real design of fate for us..
Thought provoking indeed.☺

[samparks,sam]

how your poem sweet , nice word in your poem. I like it