Vapour

Morning Song by ductruc courtesy of FreeDigitalPhotos.net

He was a soul of old

a visitor in dreams

a knight on a horse

His white carriage borrowed

weighted down with his sadness

rescuing me to escape his own nightmare

Gentle, quiet … lost

in him I found myself

A kindred spirit

a pot of honesty

until my heart reached for his

Emotions unleashed

masking my own sorrow

searching for safety

Before he ran

disappearing like the morning dew

evaporating into the sun

And I

left

A shining pearl atop a leaf

furling in on myself

hiding from the light

© mypastmademe.com 2019

Unforeseen Diversion

"Stairs" Image courtesy of Adam Hickmott at FreeDigitalPhotos.net

“Stairs” image courtesy of Adam Hickmott at FreeDigitalPhotos.net

 

It was an unknown fragility

paper thin,

a crisp leaf underfoot

Growing up behind a gossamer veil

indiscernible,

masking my weaknesses

Now torn, a gaping hole

clarity abounds

with bitter obviosity

So I am left the fool.

My self-perception cradled

in the palm of my hand.

The facets of my personality

unknowingly attributed to something else.

My inner monologue shifting

between vitriolic criticism

and soothing compassion.

Pity is shunned

in the wake of a new freedom

discovering that I was on the underpass,

prevented from reaching the surface

where I now stand:

vulnerable

resilient

authentic.

My true self.

© mypastmademe.com 2015

Healed.

What of these years?

The transference from weak to strong

What of those thoughts?

Lifted from darkness to white light

A puncture of time

Wallpaper Blue by Idea go courtesy of www.freedigitalphotos.net

Wallpaper Blue by Idea go courtesy of http://www.freedigitalphotos.net

distilled sadness

bottled, diluted

evaporated by contentment

That easy feeling of self-love

a cessation of searching

For under every stone

behind every tree

I find myself

My soul staring back at me

life force illuminated

guardian’s wings enveloping

encouraging me forwards

 

© mypastmademe.com 2014

Guardian

“Angel Standing At Sunset”/FreeDigitalPhotos.net

 

 

 

 

 

 

Your vibrancy stills me

Eloquence that pervades me

Heart on your sleeve

Strength emanating …

Two extremes, you are

with your wit, your soul

Such humour, wrapping me up

Years since I felt the joy of laughter

Kindred spirits, we are

The same

an intangible connection

©www.mypastmademe.com 2012