Faith
You were lost.
You didn’t know where you were, or how you got there.
You weren’t sure where you were going, but you weren’t going back.
It had been a long time since you left, but the memories cut deep;
like razor blades in your wrists.
You couldn’t shake them, as much as you tried.
Eventually your gashes healed, but the scars remained.
They held you back.
You weren’t yourself.
You cried.
You couldn’t stop.
You felt like you were alone, and you were.
You missed him, and hated that you did.
You were torn between life without him and life without yourself.
You were desperate.
Your faith was trembling.
Your heart was broken, and you knew this was all you had left.
You gave it one last shot.
You owed it to yourself.
You didn’t deserve to go like this.
You knelt.
He reached out.
You saw his hand, but couldn’t touch him.
You felt him.
He loved you.
You loved him.
He saved your life.
4 comments:
Kevin,
I feel your poetry. it's strong stuff. I wouldn't mind seeing poems that branched out though. I've notice that the poems you have posted use a lot of pronouns. Sometimes the strongest poems aren't about people or abstract emotions but about everyday happenings and objects. If I could have it my way I'd read a poem that you wrote about those sorts of things.
Yeah, well, if I had it my way, I'd write like you. It's just that I'm not a natural writer, so I need inspiration, and as it is, my inspiration write now is Hayley being away and me missing her, so a lot of them are naturally going to be about love and have pronouns. Not saying they're all about her, but the ones that clearly say I miss her are definitely about her. She's really all that's been on my mind lately, so I've been blinded by these emotions, and what you get is what you get. But you know, there's a lot of summer left, and you know I appreciate your input, so I'll work on it.
i feel you. don't try to hide the fact that you miss her. show the world, everyday objects, or mundane occurances through the lense of missing her. i mean does an orange taste different when she's not around i bet that in some way it does.
it's just a suggestion. just keep writing; i'm enjoying reading what you're writing, keep up the good work man.
if you come up with something that you would think would be interesting to see through my eyes, something unique to my experiences. and ill try to do justice to it. or i was thinking maybe we could pick the same object or action or situation and write seperate poems about it. and then post them together on our blogs to sort of present two different prespectives on the same object. later.
I like that idea. Let's put it into action. You come up with something, let me know, and we'll both write about it. See what happens.
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