I cut off my hair –
No power did I divest.
No fear walking the tiger’s lair.
Not a head was turned,
As I wander through the rest.
No power the fiend – renounced.
My heart had been tempered –
Still it hammers in my chest,
The loss freshly remembered.
One hand reached out
Reviving only the best.
My heart began to shout –
All doubt washed aside,
My mind held no great contest –
True friends will always abide.
Today the sky is blue,
Somewhere behind the dark clouds.
It’s cleanliness hidden
From my addled mood.
Yet still I hide the scar,
Through the smokescreen provided
By the tiny blue pill.
My friend – my bête noir.
Sip the tea and look to sea.
Behind this wave another forms –
Regardless of the unrelenting shore.
Like me, they just want to be.
Somewhere out there it begins –
And the environment sustains its growth,
Always supporting, sometimes calming.
It rises, tall as a mountain poppy,
Tossing its head in the offshore breeze –
Until dashing itself to pieces
Upon the callous, unforgiving shore…
Hold my hand, I’m cold.
alone in this dark
while my wrists, they gently weep.
waiting for the light
Warning – I have use a piece of language in this poem that may offend some. I have not done it gratuitously and for those of you who have ever been in ‘the dark place’ you will understand that no other work can carry the necessary emotion.
So please if the use of such a word will offend you, I ask you to read no further.