Chest constricts
expands
ripping my broken
heart.
I can only imagine
your suffering.
Rushed breaths
fill the quiet.
Your body bounces
with the struggle.
Your ribs rise and fall
like a dying empire.
Your heart races
against a clock
wound against you.
Your brothers wait
for you in a pain free
Heaven
and I’ll see you there
in
time.
{Below awaits my attempt at the Quatern style poem. Hope you enjoy!)
Stand tall despite the fear and hate
And drop their sharp blades from your hands
Pick up the pen, and write again
Fill the pages with scrolling lines
Work with the light of day and night
Stand tall despite the fear and hate
Quiet the doubts swirling inside
Break free the bars that cage your might
Your tale needs telling, use your voice
Others will listen, given the choice
Stand tall despite the fear and hate
Use it to fuel your writing craze
It is a daunting task you’ve set
One many will never have met
Success awaits the effort, and
Stand tall despite the fear and hate
I’m wondering
If you can save me from myself
Because I’m drowning
And the dark Abyss looks so
Tempting.
Will I see in this black pit of despair?
The night time air calms me
Lulls me into a state of
Security.
And then I see you
In my mind’s eye.
A Rock
A Safe Place.
I fight against the waters
Thick like Spider’s webbing
Around my limbs.
It pulls me down
Heavy, a weight unlike any other.
But you’re here, reaching out.
Your hands grip mine
And the water falls away
Safe and playful again.
You whisper in my ear
Quiet, and oh so loud
Reminding me of Promises
I made to myself.
Without you,
I’d be the wind’s toy,
Tossed amongst the trees
Only to be
Lost.
It’s time to find my own feet
And stand firm.
I know you are there for me
As I try to be for you.
We’ll catch each other
If we Fall
But for now
We stand in day’s light
Far from our Shadows.
Kember's Journey 