This poem was suppose to be completely different. I was suppose to write a found poem about flavors, but having strayed so far away from that subject, I completed something I wanted to write more. The funny thing about writing is that I don’t always know where I’m headed or what my purpose was in the beginning. It’s as if the deeper pockets of my mind escape and emotions I’ve buried away come out of hiding. This one is about not fitting in, being different and, sometimes, feeling alone in a room full of people. People you know, people you don’t know. It doesn’t really matter. When you’re sinking, it all feels the same. In those moments, it takes every ounce of my being to just nod and smile. Keep up the charade, until I can escape and be alone. Only then, do I not feel alone.
My love, please do not slip into the darkness,
Pitch black, where spiders crawl.
When the weight of the world has crushed you,
Please, do not fall,
Through the gaping hole beneath you,
The one that knows your plight.
The sinner who speaks to your weakness.
The seer who stole your sight.
My love, please maintain your grip.
When the sun sets over the horizon,
Remember the golden day and sip,
On the little black birds calmly chirping,
Their songs emitted through the trees.
Remember the children and their laughter.
Forget the storm that brought you to your knees.
My love, please take my hand.
I’m feigning strength for you.
I’ve seen the darkness in that hole.
I’ve felt the cold chill of judgement, the cruel slap of conformity.
I’ve feared the numbing of my soul.
My love, please listen,
I promise there is a way.
To rise above the flames of normalcy,
To live in the sparkle of the golden embers,
And weather out the storm.
Don’t worry, my love, I’ll be your shield,
I fight this everyday.