Get Rid Of The Advertisements

Virgil.
 


Like a swift beam of light,
A flower petal,
that happens to land in my hair,
Sheer luck, or orchestrated by the Might?

Just so happens, you touched a delicate snare.
Beneath the layers of duty and responsibility,
Career, education and life's simplicity,
I got touched by an angel,
Vividly my heart felt alive, like a child.
I was, not afraid, of any danger.

Endless possibilities, dream' and hoping,
Wild.
I no longer had to use my feet to walk,
I was carried, in the sense of,
Someone could actually lift me up,
I no longer had to be the only one, to do ''the talk''.
I could rely it all, on the one I love,
I no longer, had the need of feeling
Numb.

He was there, made me feel, me again.
A ray of sunshine, my very best friend.
Two connecting dots,
in a world full of,
Chaos.

The blisters on my feet,
the broken ankles, that used to carry,
the tears I never allowed myself to weep,
Because of the pressure of my life and it's
Savagery.

More than a safe haven,
a bubble, which shielded all,
a rock-solid pavement,
I was one of the few lucky,
to ever feel that tall.

Tested by life's combat,
There he was,
Carrying me.
Relieving me,
of everything that made me do, or feel
''bad''.

I was given a resting place,
I thank the Lord,
He gave me a light for my darkest days,
In the shape of a man,
In every sense,
Of that word.

My Man.

By Xibell

© 2019 Xibell (All rights reserved)

 

Read more poems by  Xibell
Send this poem to a friend
Read 1 viewers comment(s)






The Starlite Cafe Discussion Board | Home

Back to Previous Page