An angel made of stone,
Behind her an unknown light
Providing the way home.
At the end of this night,
Not lonely, but I am alone.
I know that she is sleeping
In that stone beneath the sky.
But nonetheless she is my guardian,
I will keep her in my eye.
What does she do but remind me?
Of the days to come.
To remind, to help forget.
What I’ve left behind can stay there.
With forward movement I’m let.
Here, meeting my guardian,
Restoring unknown hope.
Thanks to my brother Jesse for allowing me to use his photo for this poem, which was also the inspiration for me to write it 🙂
Ask me no secrets; I shall tell no lies.
All of what I know is in the open,
All of what I tell you is true reply.
Let that not change, let lies not be chosen.
With my mouth stitched shut, I shall keep this thought.
During the coming day they are prying.
I have earned this secret with trust I bought.
I will not fail this, for I am trying.
Asking, prying eyes, the curious tells,
They ask again. Mistakenly I give.
On untrustworthy ears, this secret fell.
A misjudgment corrected, they won’t live.
No more they pry, for what’s in my head.
I keep secrets, the other two are dead.
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Thankful for what again?
Searching, searching, nothing to gain.
Though for the waiting, nothing’s changed,
And your heart is still the same.
Dry and hard and black and cold.
Age not blameless, but not to blame.
“It’s too late.” we should not say.
Within the darkness there is a tame
Light, a hope that takes away
All the fear inside that blames
You instead of it.
This task; mustn’t remit.
To cast off this fear
Will take more than one night.
However, pressing towards it,
Is how you start off right.
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