I ran far from the meadow,
So many years ago.
I found myself here,
Here in this dark forest.
The trees form a barrier.
Unable to escape,
I wander.
Never knowing where I am going,
Nothing to guide me through,
Oh,
If only I knew.
There is a radiance afar.
I follow.
Yet,
Never am I near.
Perhaps it is the glow that keeps me sane…
For I am not well;
I am scared.
The sounds of the night taunt me,
And give me a fright.
I am lonely.
There is no one in sight.
I am miserable.
I am only asking for someone,
Someone to help me.
Please.
When will this long night end?
The leaves stop crackling beneath my feet.
I halt.
I am finished!
I look down and weep.
There is nothing left of me.
I begin to ponder.
If I give up now,
I will not see.
I will have learned nothing.
I would be a failure,
A complete failure.
A breeze begins to pick up,
I am weak,
I can barely keep upright.
I reach out to keep myself from falling.
Instead of the moist wood of the tree beside,
I found myself in the hands of a woman...
Of an angel.
She stood there.
Letting her wings glow intensely,
As they fluttered in the wind.
Is she the light I have always seen?
She embraced me gently.
I felt all my aches fly away,
Far, far behind me.
She gripped my hand softly.
Gracefully we began to walk.
She said nothing,
So I said nothing.
I stared at her,
And she stared at me back.
She cleared a path.
And I saw the meadow.
I stopped to look back,
But she pulled me forward,
Telling me no.
Soon,
I found myself back in the meadow.
Happier than ever.
I am never alone.
She is always with me.
She lets me talk whenever I please.
She listens very intently.
I thank her each breath I breathe.
For I would not have survived,
The Dark Forest.
your poem has a lovely flow to it...its a wonderful read, thanks for sharing....
i like both of your peom...the way you write just said it by self keep writing greet poem
Well I normally don't read pieces this long; but your story, and the way you wrote it kept my attention all the way through. That is not just because of the story, it is because of the way you presented it to me. This is a natural skill that cannot be taught. Never let anyone say that you cannot write. Though you are young, talent cannot be hidden. I'm giving you a ten and I am collecting this as a favorite of mine. I wanted to see who you are. Now I know. May God and His angel be with you forever. Greenwolfe 1962 You might like to read my poem 'Circle of Angels.'
It as it is talkn to me... Coz iam in my own cage wer i lost my self gud one
This is long but beautiful. My favorite lines: 'Perhaps it is the glow that keeps me sane… For I am not well; I am scared.' -amazing.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
intense and reflective. v nice, thanks IAWIA.