In Which I Find Myself

A poem of loss, grief, and repair.

At first

There was

Despair. 

Disrepair was

Felt

For what

Seemed like

Forever.

He was

Gone.

He would 

Never come

Again, and

He had

Said, 

"Get away

You dirty,

Good for 

Nothing

Beast! 

You 

Do not 

Deserve

Happiness or love!"

White hot

Pain

Sears through 

You heart, 

Confidence

And Dignity 

Are shattered.

You try

Ignoring

The pain,

And you

Slip down

Deeper into

The chasm. 

You lose 

Sight

Of hope. 

You cannot 

Hear

Your heart.

You feel 

Dead

Inside.

You do

Not think

You can

Recover. 

Then,

Flowers.

They spring

Up 

From sod

Against

All

Odds.

You meet

Someone

Who can

Lift you

From the 

Darkness.

His embrace

Heals

The burn

That lingers.

It fills

You 

With new-found

Hope

And

Happiness.

You can 

Spring

Up

Like a 

New flower

After

A harsh 

Winter.

There is 

Loss.

There is

Grief.

There is 

Sadness.

But most

Of all,

There is

Happiness.

Never lose

Sight

Of happiness.

Never

Harden

Your heart. 

This is

The true 

Secret 

To happiness.

Reviews

[Ezekiel Silver]

A very good poem. With a deep meaning that can help many people with their problems. Nice work!

[Wolfwind]

A quick flow of emotions, well woven to bring across a deep meaning and the key to hope.

Good ink!
Aaron