My Light Poem by Jeri Martindale

My Light

Rating: 5.0


Where has the light gone that has followed me through the best and worst times I have experienced thus far?

Yes, the one that once laid deep within me promising I could reach the end without winning and still be able to fly.

Have I lost sight of the bright star that once guided my mind, body, and spirit to those castles made of sand and moonlit walks on the beach?

Yes, the one that shinned bright guiding me as I had to climb mountains to feel alive, calling me softly in the distance pouring its light on the path that I should take.

Did I truly lose the one thing inside me that has stood by my side no matter if I were right or wrong or if emotionally I felt too weak or strong?

Yes, the shooting star that took me for rides across the sky, so I could see it all yet also fell with me during my many falls, to somehow explode once again and fly across the night.

Why now can I no longer hear that voice in the distance calling my name or feel the cool breeze as it touches my face?

Yes, that powerful wind that danced with me when I closed my eyes and swayed away with its songs every time.

What now shall I do, with no light to follow, no star to fly, no breeze to blow me away this time, but walk into the evening sunset in my soul?

Yes, the one that is real, that I can touch and feel, that is wanting to explode but waits patiently for that one moment in time to come alive, waiting, looking back at me to catch up to it tonight.

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Rebecca Navarre 20 March 2017

Jeri, What A Ever So Beautifully Deep Feel To This Poem! ! ! ! ! Always Look For And Hold That Wonderful Light In Your Soul! ! ! ! ! I Believe Sometimes We Can Lose Sight/Specailly In The Darkness Of Life. But, It Is.....Always There Waiting For Us To Find/Catch Up To, As You So Beautifully Phrased! ! ! ! ! Keep Shinning! ! ! ! ! Wonderfully Done! ! ! ! ! Many Many 10S! ! ! ! ! +++++

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Dr Antony Theodore 30 December 2015

Yes, the one that is real, that I can touch and feel, that is wanting to explode but waits patiently for that one moment in time to come alive, waiting, looking back at me to catch up to it tonight. your cry where is the light which guided me, which shone in me was so penetrating questions as i read your poem and at the end your hope and confidence to get it back. such a good poem dear poetess. tony

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