Your words,
They puzzle me.Multiple meanings
Behind them.How can I know
What is true?How can I know
What is what?You know the answers
Within my shadowsYou're the only one
Who sees my lightBut now you're not here
Will you be back?Before it breaks off
I want to know what happened.
We're more like family
Than we are loversBut it doesn't mean
That love isn't present.Knowing you
Has changed so muchI understood the meaning
Of living in the now.Now I'm close
To losing youIn seconds it seems
The past returned.If only time
Could be reversedWe could have a fresh start
And avoid that road.But even so now
My eyes don't need to closeTo see you who is fighting
Between shadow and light..
Don't leave me
I believe in you.I'm running to you
I'll fight beside you.You are my hope
You are my heartbeat.You are my strength
I will strengthen thee.It's okay if
We drift apartBut please don't go,
Keep fighting back.Even if I'm struck
And become weakOr if I'm erased
By the darkness that seeksI'll definitely come
And try save youEven if I have
To risk myself again.You saved me before
It's my turn to deliver.You are not alone
Believe me, I'm here.Don't worry about a thing
There's no ending yet.~
What exactly are we willing to do for those we love?
The above poem shows just how far he's willing to go to save the person that once saved him.
Sometimes it's not only the darkness of our reality that can consume us but our own inner demons that can also devour us. It's not something that's usually easy to come out of. Some don't make it. Some are lucky enough to drag themselves back to the surface. Some have another that's slowly slipping through the gloom without an outstretched hand, trying to save them.
But that scenario can go any way, can it? Of course, they can both make it out safe but that person can be dragged down with the person they're trying to save. Maybe the person you're trying to save purposefully pulls you down too just as they breakthrough. Maybe they might not be able to save the person at all.
But what if that person saves you at their own expense? They saved you and everything seems fine when you start to realize that they're slipping. They seem stuck between two realms that are fighting for them; one that you had wished for a long time to get to and had finally arrived and the other that you had just only barely escaped from.
Would you avoid them or cast them aside? Would you be there for them? Would you be willing to place yourself in a situation you were uncertain of and go beyond that of what they did for you to save them?
How much do they really mean to you?
Until next time,
Ade Alethra
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Early Stages
PoetryThis book is going to be a compilation of all the poems I wrote between the age bracket of 12 to 16. Though not in chronological order, let's see where the poetry writing journey has taken me.