Life Light

HangingbyaHalo

When the world was dark I held your hand.

 We sat comfortably in what light I had left.

    Yours had gone out again, or you had put it out I wasn't sure.

  But I was always there.

  When you had your fill of what little I had to offer you made your way back into the darkness.

  Knowing all to well what waited for you there.

  I kept your space warm,  it was only a matter of time.

    You would come back and you would need a hand to hold.

    I waited.

  You came.

  You left.

  And My light grew dimmer each time.

  I did this knowing what was to come.

  Knowing that my light was the only thing that kept you.

    Knowing that at the end of each encounter the cuts would be a little bit deeper

    the wounds a little harder to heal.

    But I kept hope, I am foolish in this I know.

  I am somewhat of a kamikaze optimist often throwing my heart like a grenade at things that are sure to kill me.

    I rattle off reasons and explanations in my head like scripture.

    My sermon, your life.

  All of the evidence of you being misunderstood and lost.

    That you can be saved, That I can save you.

  But again these words

    these thoughts,

  Are the pin pulled grenade.

    The lit wick.

  Leaving pieces of me everywhere but

  Here.

  -B-  

  • Author: -B- (Pseudonym) (Offline Offline)
  • Published: October 17th, 2021 12:12
  • Category: Unclassified
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  • A.H. Browning

    As always, I truly enjoy your very honest and passionate writing. Thank you for posting after quite a long time. Wish you well in all things.

    A.H. Browning

    • HangingbyaHalo

      I missed your kind words. Thank you for reading ❤️

    • Paul Bell

      Some just don't realise where love lives, or if they do the grenade has already done the damage and there's no way back.

    • L. B. Mek

      wow!
      let me first, thank you for choosing to share your brilliant artistry and talent,
      I can't help but be impressed by that impactful sketched art you include in your post, is it your work? I immediately thought this would make such a profound sculpted piece of art..
      and I just loved these lines:
      'But I
      kept hope, I am foolish
      in this I know.

      I am, somewhat
      of a kamikaze optimist
      often throwing my heart like a grenade
      at things that are sure, to kill me.

      I rattle off reasons and explanations in my head, like
      scripture.'

      • HangingbyaHalo

        It is not my sketch but I found it captivating. I often spend hours looking for the picture that speaks to my writing. I appreciate you taking the time to read me and comment so kindly. Thank you 😊



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