Stormy Weather Poem by Bascombe Smith

On my long journey through this life
I've come into rough weather
what to me once seemed clear and blithe
brought me the end of my own tether

stumbling forward
heavy rain
drenched to bones
efforts in vain
without a silver lining

but

in my hands I'm holding tight
some peculiar and pretty light

I try to keep it safe and shine
try desperately to keep it mine
and don't know how nor what to do

straying about without directions
I see my life in tiny fractions
slowly gripped by fear and pain

I'm sure I cannot keep the light
I'm losing even this small flame
when something changes the whole sight
and nothing seems to be the same

It is not me who does protect
but it's the flame that keeps ME walking
its inner warmth that takes effect
its flickering that seems like talking

I listen hard
and hardly hear
the tender voice
and with a shock I see it through
my guiding light, my love, my choice
is nothing else
but
you