Isobel1965
Gold Member
Kate - we need to find you a bigger man - in all senses of the word!!
Great poem!
love
Great poem!
love
A poem of love - for someone who you cannot be with. I wrote it 30 years ago.
The first time I met you
I suspected you'd be special
I was right.
Feelings like a tidal wave
rushed over a sea only used to ripples.
I was frightened.
Can this be happening to ME, I asked?
I used to think with words like independent, liberated and free -
now warm, close and together sound special.
Circumstances place miles between us,
most of the time
even so, you gatecrash my thoughts
constantly.
Stay a part of my life,
Please.
those were the days!
Ann x
Hope you don't mind me gatecrashing, in development at Lighterlife we were asked to wite a poem about 'the hole' (referring to our pre weight loss life) here is mine.
The Hole
Everyday for 18 years a deep hole lay outside my gate,
Each day I thought “I must walk around that hole”.
I would set of full of hope, knowing where that hole would be,
But it wouldn’t go away, it would sit and wait.
No matter what I did I would eventually follow the path back to the hole,
Tripping over – falling head first into the pit, with no way back.
Each time I fell the hole got deeper and darker,
Sometimes I would get out of the hole and partly fill it,
Always to return and dig it deeper.
I made myself like that hole,
The deeper it got the more I lost myself within it.
I convinced myself I was happy in that hole,
The hole was safe, warm and became a friend.
I comforted myself thinking the friends I had lost were there deep in that hole.
Awakening one day a real friend asked if I would like to find a way outside,
A way that took me somewhere else,
A journey that did not pass the hole,
No hole to pass, no hole to fall into.
I realised my lost friends still lived within me, in my memories,
I no longer needed that hole to visit them.
The only way to be happy with myself and free is to fill that hole
completely – to move it.
My journey no longer takes me past that hole,
No temptation to fall, to trip.
The new journey has changed me on the outside,
But more importantly on the inside.
The new route is long and twisting but safe,
Always returning me to my real self.
My lost friends no longer live in that hole,
But by my side every day, helping me stay on my new journey.
I imagine one day in the future , that hole will find its way back into my path,
But I will be prepared,
I now have tools with me to help me over the hole,
Until it finally realises it will not win,
I will not return.