Before He Was MineA Poem by Allons'yShe ventures from her hiding place, ignoring the timorous
swirls inside, because everyone’s been extolling the wonders of the tide. The chance of getting swept away seems great, as the crack
and snap of waves await. Yet she hesitates to imagine the possible turn of events,
knowing it will color the trip with suspense. The wind starts to blow, just a small and quiet breeze, but
if she ignores the signs, the opportunity will freeze. So she jumps aboard, determined to sail, hoping against hope
that this will not fail. The expanse is forever blue and serene, a beauty and comfort
she had never foreseen. But there’s still a droplet of doubt she can’t shake,
because what if the sea doles out respite along with heartache? And as if on cue, the grey rolls in, clouds dark and dreary,
wearing her thin. This is what you get when you throw caution away, because
nothing that blue can maintain its display.
She struggles in the open, wanting to decide, that it must
be worth it, to experience the tide. And though the clouds look threatening and sure to upset,
the rain is absent, and nothing gets wet. In fact, the longer she holds ground, the more she can tell,
that the grey is abating and the waves stop their swell. The sun returns, and the warmth fills her body, and somehow
it’s deeper, as if before it was shoddy. She tugs on the sail,
making her way back to shore, content in the knowledge that she dared to
explore. And instead of being derided for her hazardous voyage, she
returns home with less and less baggage. No regret for braving the storm, because it’s bluer than
before and oh so warm. The light from the sky is a greater shine, than it ever was,
before he was mine. © 2012 Allons'y |
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