I go to the depths
Often
To find myself,
my soul.
Wondering if I will find him there, again.
Pathways lit by millions of luminous creatures
Guiding me.
To where?
Past the place where he lies
silently waiting
For a hand to reach for his
And guide him out.
But no…..
The luminants say, no…
Everyone has to find their own way.
Each tiny pinpoint of light will reveal the path.
Anyone can walk it,
The luminants explain,
If they let go of the fear.
I can only touch my fingertips to his lips
And whisper
“love……”
I follow the trail of light they give me.
I see the creatures,
I see the demons,
I see the angels,
I see myself.
When I see myself again,
Ten thousand points of light guide me out of the depths.
He watches me go,
Thinking I abandoned him.
Afraid, to find his own way.
Not trusting the ten thousand points of light
That want to assuage his suffering.
I smile at him.
And keep rising.
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Whatever you are doing over there, keep doing it, b/c these poems you’ve posted lately… GOOD GAWD!
I am in love with each one! I cannot choose!
LOL. IDk. really….My creative process is a little odd. A phase will stick with me…and it’s the first sentence. then I have to complete the thought. But thank you so much, because you are such a master. I usually have to be emotionally distraught or elated, but I want to learn to write poetry when I’m just fine. That way I can skip the drama, lol. big hugs…..
You’ll be all right.
Your words say so. 🙂
😊🙃
lovely
Thanks!