The Streak Of Light Poem by Melanie Walendowsky Baker

The Streak Of Light



The lightning came
so dark and so blue.
Nothing's the same,
nothing so true.

The feelings that are
the ones that remain,
nest in the scar
too new to contain;

The lightness of seeing
the wonder of light,
Contentment of being
in the shadow of night.

To see things so clear
so out of the norm,
But then pain and fear
started to form.

Then came the haze,
which I'm still in;
An emotional maze,
where do I begin?

At the start, I suspect,
through tumult to wade,
My feelings protect
what time cannot fade.

And so with the streak
of light; blue yet dark,
I'm no longer weak
and you've left me your mark.

(London, August 2002)

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