The Light

The Light

A Poem by Chesney W.
"

sometimes we just feel down and feel like we're nothing... and there is always someone who cares enough to help us through it all...

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I'm on my knees.

The chains are too tight,

cracking my every bone.

 

I scream,

but make no sound.

I cry,

but shed no tears.

 

I look down,

my heart slowly beats in front of me,

veins hardly attached.

 

My chest is burning.

My lungs are collapsing.

It hurts to breathe,

it feels like knives stabbing me a million times.

 

It's hot,

like a volcano,

my skin is bubbling.

 

I look up,

it's all black and white,

and my vision is blurry.

 

I see a bright light.

A figure appears,

almost human-like,

walking at a steady pace.

 

I realize it's you.

 

You come nearer,

reaching your hand to me,

you lift my head,

your fingers cold as ice.

 

I look in your eyes,

and you say, "Let me help."

 

The color comes back,

the chains loosen,

and my bones fix themselves.

 

You pick up my heart,

and stitch it up,

and place it where it belongs.

 

I can breathe.

I feel better,

the pain is gone.

 

I stand and face you.

Your arms reach around my waist,

and my hands cling to your neck.

I softly whisper, "You saved me."

 

© 2012 Chesney W.


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awwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwww i love it its beautiful imma cry :') haha tears of a beautiful thought and i have felt like that but now i have a guy that picks me up when i fall, then you stitched my heart when it was broke which was before we became us as a couple together in harmony i love you chesney your my sister

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Chesney W.
Chesney W.

Grove Hill, AL



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Hello, I'm Chesney Wilkerson. I'm 22 and happily married to my best friend. Most of the writings here are stuff from high school, so ignore the immaturity of it all. I went through quite a lot while I.. more..

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