Indicatory

Poet of the Light acceptance, art, creative writing, depression, Desire, emotions, heartstrings, In memory of a beloved, literature, loneliness, loss of a loved one, love, memories, philosophy, poetry, poets, self-reflection, sensual, short stories, Uncategorized November 18, 2021 1 Minute

I sit within grey noises

Nothing closer or further

Within a blanketed fog

An arbitrary breeze felt

With and without chills

Much like made memories

Created many years ago

Your childhood at parks

The times of snow frolic

Visits to school offices

Dance classes you loved

But most unfortunately

Pain may one day dispel

But losing you… never will

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Ascribe Where flight became stalled Because fear stood its ground There- is where I- was reborn Where I relearned my reality As broken fragments of a self Where I’ve seen the unveilings Of time, truth, and Holy love Where angels cried and wept For my salvation and healing And I- wept along with them Where fire seared my mission Forged into my soul as passion A combatant for the wounded Of humanities silenced…truths Poet of the Light © 2023 I write meaningful (to me) poetry from my heart and share it here. I tend to approach everyone as a friend until they demonstrate something different. I enjoy having creative exchanges with others, like-minded artists, or writers. Thank you for reading, commenting and your visit. I appreciate all the feedback (good or bad) you care to offer. Feel free to reach out by email for private exchanges if you wish. View all posts by Poet of the Light

Published November 18, 2021