The storm water floods the park
The grass is awash
The bridge strains at the seams
Winter creeps in slowly
Leaves fall
Conkers line my pockets
Little treasures to play with when I'm home
Drill a hole
Pull the cord
See who will win
The days gather like gems in a sparkle jar
The nights arrive earlier
The stars hide behind rain clouds
The moon glimpses briefly as she may
Perhaps there is a song to usher in time
I would like to sing it
But I am quiet and still
I remember the difficult times
All the precious things discarded
All the days spent under lock and key
They helped inform me
They separated me from her
(But only in my dreams)
Would I choose a different path
If I did
I would not be me
As I am today
If it was not for the dark times
Curious I think
To not want for better
Perhaps I learnt that all the bad days
Make the moon shine brighter now
Now I have the keys
A door
A light switch
I am in control
I can leave when I want
I can stay if I choose
Such a simple act
Walking through a door
I do not take it for granted
I would not wish the dark days back upon myself
And so I sit underneath the grey sky
Wait for the waters to recede
Time passes
Memories fade
I will still be me.
This is so beautiful and deeply touching to read. I would quote my favourite lines but each one is perfect, as part of the whole.
ReplyDeleteI was enchanted by how you did this and love your ending! Being yourself is the greatest gift!
ReplyDelete"Would I choose a different path"...I've often asked myself the same. I can't help but do so when I'm in the thick of some self-inflicted aggravation. But I do know that the best paths align with who we are in some way. And I would not want to do without a more brightly shining moon especially if it meant divorcing myself from my heart.
ReplyDeleteThis is truly beautiful. Waiting for the waters to recede...change and persistence. Lovely.
ReplyDeleteI agree with Kerry, Jae, a beautiful poem. I like how you went for a longer length, the details in the setting, with winter creeping in slowly, and conkers, the wonderful line ‘The days gather like gems in a sparkle jar’ – I’ll stop there or I’ll be quoting the whole poem! No! One more:
ReplyDelete‘Perhaps I learnt that all the bad days
Make the moon shine brighter now’.
Beautifully written. As someone who lives with a mood disorder that has often overwhelmed my life, these words speak to me.
ReplyDeleteI loved that you wrote this Jae and I loved reading it, especially that you will always be you.
ReplyDelete"All the precious things discarded" reads like the beginning of a list poem. I can picture what the precious things might be. I can picture the face of the speaker, longing for them...
ReplyDeleteJae, you have life wisdom which is only gained through living. I love that the moon shines brighter now, that you would like to sing, and, especially, that you are grateful for your freedom to come and go at will - something we dont take for granted. A wonderful poem to read.
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