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I knew you as a friend, a mother, and as a savior. One who
was warm like the summer sun but gone like the winter blight.
Like the night you shared your deepest secret
under the moonlight.
I may never get to be known as one with close family at hand,
but as you were wonderfully created,
the world you constructed for me was embedded with love
just as you had planned.
As our worlds mesh as one under the moon
and stars and we prepare for night,
Never will I know family and comfort
as I knew you and I peer and the sky to recognize
a most pure of lights.
No matter the roadblocks signaling a need
to turn back, you were the only one i could run to
when it seemed the room had suddenly gone
pitch black.
Because though lots more occupied your mind,
you cared for me as your own cub, and
in your times of hurt, I wanted nothing more
than to give you love.
And even if I were to be stranded
all alone with no where to go,
I would still choose to silently giggle to myself as
I reminisce on our moments and
imagine your touch.
And as I count the days since we last spoke,
I hope I linger in the thoughts of your
mind and heart
as I promptly wait for your return to
re enter the position as "reviver"
like a purse
you so graciously clutch.
YOU ARE READING
Warm like the summer sun, gone like the winter.
PoetryThis is a poem(?) written to the woman who saved my life. As a pre-teen, I was deeply struggling with depression and bodily image after being betrayed by my uncle that night(SA.) I sat on the ledge of my brother's grandma's two story house that had...
