This poem was originally published on 18 September 2014.
I crept along the rocky shores Just searching for a sign But the charcoal-painted scene Left no room for outlines I stumbled - mind wavered I havered - skin broke Sweat dripped - veins bulged I called - never spoke The foamy water lapped As my bare feet eroded Like the stones that caressed the beach And my emotions floated I craved - didn't cave Soft sand but sharp Blood flowed - a volcano Erupted in the dark And as I slowly closed my eyes Worn out to a shell A spark out of nowhere Cast a wide range of spell I squinted - I hinted Saw lights - night broke Cut open - a slice Smiled - but choked And I know those little lights Shine everywhere They need not be lighthouse big Matchsticks do quite fair Each of us has a lighter Just look around There are little lights shining Don't worry you'll be found
That inner voice that guides and lights when you are at what seems the edge of a long drop. Beautiful !
Interesting
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