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A poetic release from a non-poet.
Saturday, November 5, 2011
Mountains
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Tuesday, March 23, 2010
A Light in the Dark

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A Light in the Dark
A crying child, alone in the dark, curled into a ball.
Pushing away those closest, yet seeking help.
Close to breaking point, hope is lost. She is surrounded yet so alone.
People walk by shining light in her direction; she hides.
She enjoys the darkness. She hopes for light in the future,
yet fears letting go of the dark.
People attempt talking but forcefully she pushes them away and
blocks them out with a wall she builds thicker over time, until they stop trying.
So much energy and effort thrown into saving what destroys her.
All she can do is cry. She wishes for a brighter future, she desires it so deeply.
But every time it is offered, she rejects it.
The darkness has been her friend for so long, it is the only friend she has left.
Through all the difficult times and troubles, darkness was there.
It destroys her, but it is who she is, it is so close to her, it is a part of her.
The darkness got her through everything, how can she just throw it away?
One brave person comes close to her,
he isn’t afraid of the darkness that binds her so tight.
He sees her as who she is; an afraid child crying in desperation to get out.
She sees him; it’s hard to look directly at him,
for he doesn’t carry the light like the others,
the light radiates from his very being; he is the light.
It is too bright for her eyes to adjust immediately.
The darkness cannot remain in light.
She tries to hold it close, to save her friend, but it flees once in sight of the light.
She isn’t used to this light but she likes it.
In the light she is seeing the person she used to be, before darkness.
She tries to run after the darkness but not wanting to lose the light
and the person she is in the light.
But she cannot be with both.
She admires the man for trying so hard to save her from her darkness
when all others gave up, hopeless.
Yet she still misses her old companion for she doesn’t know what to do without him.
She runs and falls back into a hole where the darkness can live.
He welcomes her back, but he could not come and find her when she was with the light,
he didn’t come running after her. Does he even care?
She descends deep to the darkness inside and out,
becoming the person she so longed to get rid of.
A crying child, alone in the dark, curled into a ball – just as before.
But this time she’s seen the light; She knows where she could be.
She knows what’s on the other side,
that there is a better place that she had previously longed for.
She’s fallen further than ever, she wants the man to come and save her like before,
but she’s afraid he has given up on her like everyone else.
Why would he take her back after she betrayed him when he was only good to her?
Her thoughts race, gathering memories, compiling it all;
to see how the light only brought goodness in her life and the darkness only brought destruction.
Regretting her decisions, she collapses to the floor.
All her strength and effort spent on saving her enemy.
There is no hope left. Who could accept her, help her, or even love her?
But she desires that light more than anything
and she knows she has to at least try asking him back but she doesn’t know how.
For the first time she approaches the people around her,
she shouts for someone to help.
There are a lot of people in the darkness who don’t know the man.
They enjoy the darkness; they don’t want to get out.
Running out of strength, she’s close to giving up.
How could she have thought she could get him back?
She’s losing hope.
Lying on the ground she sees something, a glimpse of darkness disappearing.
Not as strong as before, but it is the same light in moderation.
She gathers enough strength to get up and see the person carrying light and she asks about this man,
hoping the person knows of him since they have the same light.
She knows this is her last chance.
Finally, someone who knows.
The person explains all to her and introduces her to more people with light.
She is further from the darkness;
it calls her to come back, and she feels vulnerable without it,
but she knows she has to fight to stay away and get closer to the light.
And now she has the help from these torchbearers to fight with her
and help keep her from the darkness.
The more time she spends in the light, the more she learns about herself.
The light shows what the darkness hid.
She is happier, stronger, and hopeful yet still missing something.
She still hasn’t met the man who is light.
She asks the torchbearers and they tell her to simply ask.
She still fears rejection yet knowing she has to take a leap of faith.
Closing her eyes she kneels down and talks to the empty space in front of her,
hoping he is listening.
A comfort fills her heart and embraces her with an extent of love never felt before.
She opens her eyes to see a light so pure and bright.
He returned as if nothing had ever happened, as if she never left.
She loves that feeling and loves his presence; she can never leave that.
His gentle voice speaks “welcome back my beautiful child. I was waiting for you”,
His warm smile contagiously fills her face as they enjoy each other’s presence.
At last she feels welcome, loved, strong, hopeful, at home, far from darkness.
She is free.
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Sunday, January 3, 2010
1 Look.
Tuesday, November 10, 2009
Called Home.

Friday, August 7, 2009
Time - Our Unackowledged and Unrecognised Support System

Time, with no personality and seemingly no existence,
has the character to run or stay.
Fleeting from the times when all is fine
and staying when times get tough.
Though making tough times longer, its presence is in the intent.
The part that counts.
When times are great, you don't need it.
"Enjoy the little time you get", that's what they say.
But no. Haste to enjoy the other times,
when time's greater presence is to stay.
Enjoy the times when you feel alone.
Time seems longer, but is on your side.
The journey that time goes through with you.
The times you learn from.
The times you change from.
Becoming new and better, through old and bad.
The times that if skipped, would only pass by.
Without its purpose to be fulfilled.
Without its journey to be travelled.
Times emptiness would roll by,
without its true plan to support its chosen in need.
And us, at loss. Losing our strongest support system.
Unintentionally and unknowingly, losing our most faithful friend.
Empty Lamp Post

An empty lamp post. Its source willing, but itself refusing.
By doubting its significance, darkness fills the street.
By refusing light, its path lost and others cannot follow.
Not only effecting itself but all around.
Its light among others seems insignificant.
However in absence causes engulfing darkness.
