It wasn’t that hard to get up and face all those unknowns with you in mind.
It wasn’t about me in the least.
Consoling you through controlling the nerves in me was the least of my concerns.
With you standing in the corner looking on, something needed to be said.
I had to look up from the pages that were already written and find someone to connect to.
The darkened tones in the room drew tears along your face that any eye could trace right back to the source.
A source of pain so close to heart that only a Mother could nurse this kind of pain that doesn’t hurt.
All that I could do was hope that these words got through to your heart that shivers with every longing beat for a piece of what was only yesterday.
What if everything wasn’t anything, would you worry pretty little head anymore?
I hope that tomorrow you’ll be like a stone thrown, skipping over the waters, going as far as possible with such joyful ease.
Struggle not when peace is at arms reach.
You’ll make it through the night.
Through the motions.
Through towards a better day.
And at the end of the day we’ll all be there.
Waiting with arms wide open for your heart which has always remained open to the touch of another.
Another day, another way to live.
For love, for loss, for yesterday & tomorrow.
You will live more than anyone I’ve ever known.
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Hey, I’m a newbie to the blogging world and I just stumbled upon your latest post. This poem is great! I was just curious as to who the poem is written about? I especially really dig this line…”The darkened tones in the room drew tears along your face that any eye could trace right back to the source.” It seems like someone has been really paining, but then you follow up with “hope that tomorrow you’ll be like a stone thrown, skipping over the waters, going as far as possible with such joyful ease.” It’s not preachy, which is good, but it is a tasteful way of inspiring someone to go on…