Sleep My Love: Poetry

1/17/13

Walking,

in a black and white forest.

where nothing but sorrow

and betrayal grew.

Slowly walking,

trembling past the dark,

catastrophic beasts lurking

in the piles of the dead past.

Every step is sharp with a

pain worse than death.

Every thought more fatal than the other,

thinking of a land where death is but a distant memory.

This path gets smaller by every second wasted in thinking.

Thinking will leave me lost,

vulnerable to anything,

vulnerable to myself even.

Because dwelling can hurt,

being vulnerable to my dwelling

hurts even more.

Still walking,

breath dissipating with every tired step.

A rustle now and then,

I'm not alone out here.

With all my might,

I run,

and never look back.

Scared,

I turn away from anything

and let every fear consume every

aspect of my mind.

I know I can't run forever,

because eventually i'll get tired and

give up.

But right now,

running is all I know.

Now look where running has

gotten me.

I trip on a problem,

and I can't get up.

But I found something

in this black and white forest.

There is a rose,

a beautiful rose.

Painted pretty in pomegranate

and crimson red.

The sun shined through the canopy

of worn trees and its light

glowed and glistened

off the petals.

Suddenly,

I stopped thinking,

and fearing.

I got up from my problem

and took the rose in hand.

Feeling the warm colors seep

into my heart,

a path opened out into the

daylight.

I had not seen such light in so long,

but now I remember how much

I loved it.