Have you ever written a piece of poetry? Though I’ve only written a few, there is something wonderfully vulnerable about the process of creating a poem. It’s different from traditional forms of writing. Very. There is a nakedness in the crafting of a poem. As if the soul is being bared and shared with those on the other end. Vulnerable.
Let’s share in this vulnerable moment together. Here is a poem I created this afternoon, after a few days at the coast. It occurred to me on my afternoon walk. Actually I wrote it on that walk, and it is now that I share it with you.
Our darkest hour is nearly here
Hold onto what you hold dear, as
There will be a prescient light,
Which you can call upon tonight
Though pain is life,
And life is pain,
Know
There is no other way
Through strife and hardship
We must fight
to know the life
that’s been brought to light
A journey,
Our right, so
Don’t fear, and
Take flight
In those times
Of Darkened night,
When the soul is stretched beyond,
And there’s fright
Take solace
Dear friends
And don’t
Give up the light
Be true to you,
Also take care, and
Please don’t despair
Though alone you feel,
Alone you are not
As we all share the same
Birthright
For in our shared humanity
Is where
Your connection will flourish
And last
Through the connections we share
The brighter the light becomes
As we can all understand
Both passion and strife
They are equals you see
Both necessary for life
Take care of yourself
And love long this life
By sharing yourself among those
With more plights
Remember always their plights
Are sources for all
And share with them the resourcefulness
You know
