The Family: A Proclamation to the World
This poem is a bit more unique than the others I've written here in that it doesn't really contain a happy ending, but, rather, a hopeful one. While it is true that I tried to capture some emotions I have personally experienced throughout my lifetime, my true inspiration for this piece comes from observing the several recent experiences of a few individuals I call friends.
Without further ado, The Lament of the Singles ...
We were designed as a simple half
a perfect line through a perfect pie graph
So when we lose the other side
forgive us for the easy slide
No matter who ends it, no matter the reason
Our bones will lock up, and our mind will be freezin'
Our agony acute in any season
No time at all before we're bruised and beaten
When she says, "It's over," his face takes on a pall
When he says, "Can't do this," her tears begin to fall
No one said this search would be that easy
Begging to the sky that this weight will soon leave me
Sometimes it's not for lust, and sometimes it's not for love
It's the dreaded fear of being unnaturally alone
It's one thing to desire a castle to call home
But when we're out upon those streets, we grimace and we groan
God made us this way for a special purpose
A need for another to be stoked like a furnace
One thing we must remember in the darkness we must delve
He didn't send us here to wander all by ourselves
So patience and virtue are our weapons then
Battling our demons seeking to break and bend
Someone will bring light into our shadowed glen
And if we wait, we'll soon not ask for when
Hey there! I wrote a commentary about this post on the 17th of February, 2016. Click here to read it!
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