To A Friend…

it was dark when i came out,
not a candle to show me the way,
not a soul in sight to see me walk,
to listen to the words i have to say.

it was not night when i came out,
yet it never felt like day,
no warmth i felt,just the icy cold,
just the wind passing in a howling way.

there was no light around me yet,
to lead me as i paved my way,
it was not pleasant,this eerie dark,
i don’t know what it was that made me stay.

then i saw that first flicker,
a matchstick lit so far away,
then it started its slow approach,
towards me i hoped to show me the way.

it came to me,showed me the light,
its holder took my hand in a friendly way,
whispered into my ear these words,
”i am your friend,i am here with you forever to stay.”

Poetry & writing to me are to me, a breath of fresh air in a life that is sometimes covered by the smoke of sorrow or self doubt. They also become the sweets I share to celebrate when life offers me a reason to. But most of all, they are to me, my life. For each word I write is a piece of my heart, a thought that just had to find its way into the world.

%d bloggers like this: