The Thaw

To say the least,

   The day you met me

(there in the dark,

   lost to mind and heart),

I was a damaged goodie,

   Fumbling in an Alabama hoodie.

But you taught me that spring

   Something that I believe

To be the most important thing:

   That even the blind

Are gifted with insight.

And I will never see the sun

   Rising without

Being reminded of your name

   And about how

You saw a light in me

   That no one else saw,

And I felt a warmth in you

   So strong that it brought me to thaw.

...

Then--I drew a line through my life--

   Hoping they could discern more clearly--

The person that I am tonight

   From the person I had been previously.

But--sadly--it was to no avail--

   As none of them can fully tell--

How wonderful it can feel

   To warm after a great chill.

But I will never see the sun

   Rising without

Being reminded of your name

   And about how

You saw a light in me

   That no one else saw,

And I felt a warmth in you

   So strong that it brought me to thaw.

...

And didn't the sun

   Shine through to me,

And blind so beautifully?

   And at once, darkness did, of course,

Abscond with the starkness it adores.

And I drew a breath,

   Which I could attest

Had been my very first.

   An experience to, at last, quench my thirst.

Now I will never see the sun

   Rising without

Being reminded of your name

   And about how

You saw a light in me

   That no one else saw,

And I felt a warmth in you

   So strong that it brought me to thaw.

...

To say the least,

   The day you met me

(there in the dark,

   lost to mind and heart),

I was a damaged goodie,

   Fumbling in an Alabama hoodie.

But you taught me that spring

   Something that I believe

To be the most important thing:

   That even the blind

Are gifted with insight.

Reviews

[Stephanie]

What a beautiful piece. So appreciative. The tone is very beholden and the title... absolutely brilliant. This made me feel all types of warm and fuzzy feelings. Thank you for writing this. And I am happy you had someone to help you through a difficult time.

[Wesley Dingler]

Thank you. We all need someone like I'm speaking of here some times. I was very fortunate. I felt, when i first wrote this, that it rollercoastered for a bit, the way it reflected on sad, bettering, and then happy.
It's likely the best Thank You I've written.

[Lanny]

Powerfully emotive, and expressed so succinctly as well.

Nicely done, and all the best,

Lanny

[Wesley Dingler]

Thanks again, Lanny.
I would prefere not to accept credit for this one, and instead, pass it on to the Rose to whom it was dedicated to. I mean, I wrote it of course, but she taugfht me the powerful lesson I shared with you here.
I used to be in a really dark place in my mind, and because of the kindness of a friend, I found the light.
It shines through me in this verse.
But I have to thank her--credit where it's due and all.

[Faust]

I really like the last verse. It was a very good poem

[Wesley Dingler]

Thank you so much, miss Emily.
I know it's a part of my Somber Poems for Somber Times compilation, but as you can see, not all of them are sad.
Some of them take somber or sad times I've seen in life and flip the script.
My hope is always to deliver a message that is positive. Or at least, non-negative.

But enough about me. How'd your story Phantum go this evening? Get everything straightened out?

[Faust]

Once my computer stopped crashing I finally managed to fix it. Thanks for the help.

[Wesley Dingler]

Any time, my friend. Now get on it.
Write! Write! Then write some more!