Footsteps Beside Mine Poem by Mathew Lewis

I find myself in a funny little place,
A spot that’s worth consideration...
...Yet not too much investigation.
A consciousness that I find quite pleasant,
Though not one that can be endured too long;
One cannot live between borders,
Before picking a side at the end.
I,
Curiously,
Find myself in a place,
In which I have filled too many words;
Of how my heart has been broken,
And how my soul cannot live in this world.
Yet despite these syntaxes of negative musings,
Of how depressing my life seems to be,
My state of mind at the moment
Contradicts what my writing claims I feel.
I am no fool, nor fool hardy enough,
To disregard what hitherto has been wrote,
I recognise this plateau as a passing;
Some wreckage that allows me to float.
But some wreckage I by all means must savour,
Before it sinks and leaves me alone,
At the end of the day it helps to remember
That we are born, and we die, nothing more than our own.
What a joy to be allowed some passage of time
In which cruelty passes kindly on by.
To savour the luxury of friends and fine times,
Before the difficulty of life,
Yet again,
Opens one’s eyes.
I live for the blessings of the love that I’ve found
In the souls that I’ve walked with side by side.
In the stories they’ve told,
In the lesson’s they’ve taught,
In the way they give me their hearts,
And so too... I give them mine.