A Story

Alone

Words are never alone

For they are words

They never leave

They are always together

Even a single word

It's not alone

For it has letters with it

I lived

I cried

I suffered

I lied

The pains that were so unbearable

I bore them

I embraced them

I loved them

Because I didn't want to be alone

Then it happened

I told the truth

I told the truth to the ones who loved the lies

They laughed at my supposed truth

For they thought it was a lie

I told the truth earnestly

I told the truth about my lie

I was scorned

I was abused

I was left

I had lost my use

Now I hear the sweet voice

The sweet melody

The sweet voice that sang

Sang to me my memories

I heard and felt each one

I cried and laughed

I screamed with rage

I wept pitiously

I felt the darkness surround me

I felt the black thing entomb me

But my character

My life

My personality

Blew everything to pieces

Debris and ink blasted through the air

I watched my glow in awe

I closed my eyes

I saw a word

I saw my living life

My will

My strength

I saw the word

I saw it call to me

It said 'Faith'

Not religious

Not occult

But simply truth

It was not faith in any one thing

It was faith in myself

It was my light

It was my anchor

It was my character

Then I spun in the darkness

It threatened to swallow me

But armed with my word

I beat it back

So now it sits

Eyeing the waiting feast

Waiting for the slip up

Waiting for me

Reviews

[Samuel Dickens]

Bravo, Rowan Storm, this is a very fine and powerful piece. I gag at three-quarters of the poetry I see on this site, but this one is well worth the read. Like you, I value the truth above all. As you know, many do not.