The ones that crave the limelight
Aren’t always the ones that shine bright.
A sharp blow to the stomach as I read the news -
I’ve never understood how goodbyes are meant to be good.
In your presence every part of me comes alive.
I feel like a flower in bloom
and you are the sun allowing me to grow
and now you are going I may never feel that again.
That reality replays in my mind over and over, again and again.
What more can I say except I’m heartbroken.
It was 1991 when I lost my closest one
but because I was so young, I didn’t know what it had done.
As a child I carried on until number two struck
I didn’t know what I’d done to cause such bad luck.
The pain grew inside, as did my inner strength
Up until now I didn’t know what it all meant.
A superior vision? A life of materialism?
No. An interior mission is what I envisioned.
This space is for my poetry to empty my head
Of thoughts and of feelings and of words unsaid.
Some may be factual and some may be fiction
All portrayed through the power of diction.