They did not hold me.
Perhaps I wasn't theirs to hold.
Neither did they recognize me,
For the light streaming from my soul
Broadcast an unfamiliar wavelength.
Knowing I was a gift,
A simple yet beautiful melody,
Angels kept me close,
Saw me with the eyes of love,
Hearing my anguished cries,
Kept me safe from above.
Lately, I don't mind
They weren't up to the task,
That I was a question
They couldn't bring themselves to ask.
I release them from their role,
Urge them to walk toward the embrace
Of the One who forgives all...
Lately, I don't mind.
As a dark curtain parts,
I stand alone on the platform
Feeding a dove.
I am safe. I am sound.
I am loved.
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Express, baggage and all...
PoetryObjects in the mirror are closer than they appear... Just when you think you've put something behind you for good, you look back and find it trails you like your very own comet's tail, lighting a path through the dark. Reading through these pages...
