A Thousand Years

this is another poem about my Mom and her struggle with depression

A thousand years

 

I dreamed a dream for a thousand years,

Kept me safe, held back my fears.

Washed away my every sin,

Kept me warm and close to kin.

Now I awake, to a brand new day,

All alone, I sit and pray.

Wish I could fall back into my dreams,

Wrap them around me, or so it seems.

I look around, full of dread,

A light shines through and clears my head.

A door that leads to the rest of my life,

But reaching out, cuts like a knife.

I have to choose, to come or stay,

Hide forever, or be on my way.

No looking back, if I go.

I leave this place and my sorrow.

But if I stay, I am safe,

Hidden away, a tiny waif.

The sun shines in and I long to leave,

To go outside and finally grieve.

Tears fall down like the rain,

I feel the pain all over again.

I could hide away from this,

In my private secluded abyss.

But if I want to live again,

Then I must let the healing begin.

Hold my breath and face that door,

I am here, I know the score.

Walk right through with shoulders slumped,

I am back, out of my funk.

Look around for a familiar face,

You are here, what sweet grace.

Yes you waited, those thousand years,

Wiped my face, and dried my tears.

And now I stand proud and tall,

With you beside me after all.

Reviews

[sithlordjp]

"A door that leads to the rest of my life" I really like this line. Beautiful writing, thanks for sharing!

[Holly Mason]

love the flow thank you for writing

[elastagirl]

This was beautiful like a journey one walks.

[Whiskurz]

You do have a talent for rhyme my friend.....Enjoyed....Whisk