The Girl And The Spirit

The Girl And The Spirit

A Poem by Draven

There once was a spirit and a little girl,
and the spirit loved her more than anyone else in the whole world.
They would walk together in the park and play on the swings,
and every night they talked together till she fell asleep.
The little girl was happy, and so was the spirit.

As the girl grew she made many friends,
but the spirit was always her very best friend.
They would walk together in the mall and go through the stores,
and every night they talked together till she fell asleep.
The girl was happy, and so was the spirit.

Then the girl became a young woman and went off to college,
making a life in another place without bringing the spirit.
She learned and she grew in life and popularity,
but the spirit was left all alone.
The young woman was happy, and the spirit was sad.

She became a woman and took a husband,
and had a house and a beautiful child, without the spirit.
But in a tragedy she lost it all and lost her heart as well.
She walked the streets buying drugs and booze, empty...
The woman was sad, and so was the spirit.

The woman lived on a miserable life, full of hate and regret,
and she remembered the spirit she had left long ago.
She had lost her drug addiction but not its long term effects.
She was dying now, slowly and all by herself.
The woman was sad, and so was the spirit.

The woman grew old and she had nothing anymore,
but she called to the spirit when she could take it no longer.
The spirit came back to her as fast as she'd left,
and wrapped her up in arms of love and longing.
The old woman was happy and so was the spirit.

The old woman died not too long after,
and she was not held aside from the pain of it,
but the spirit held her tight and loved her all the way through.
He walked her to heaven where they will be together forever,
and the woman is happy, and so is the spirit.

© 2014 Draven


Author's Note

Draven
I was inspired to write this when I read The Giving Tree by Shel Silverstein.
I apologize if they are too similar, I tried to use my own basic thoughts.

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I can only say this explains a relationship with God through Jesus. There is where the similarities are so real. We walk with God, we turn our back, and He is sad. But, He stays with us waiting with endless patience for our return to Him.


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Draven

Mount Sterling, KY



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Hi, I'm Draven. I'm a father, philosopher, artist, writer, poet, and musician. I have a passion for the world and a deep love of all people in it. These are pieces of poetry or bits of writing t.. more..

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