With those words, I wrote the first things that came to mind and titled it "You Missed". I don't know if this worked out at all, but I feel better for some reason.
You came to me
late one night,
when the shadows
made pictures on the walls,
creeping along the fence
and hiding from the
touch of the
streetlight.
You came to me
with tears in your voice,
your head hanging,
ashamed to be
feeling the way
that you were.
You asked me for help,
and I gave it.
You came to me
and asked me
to catch you,
to be there when
you were falling.
You asked me
to reach out,
and I did.
Now it’s my turn
to come to you,
when the shadows
creep into my heart
from outside,
leaving their walls
and fences
to darken my mind.
I came to you,
unafraid of
how I felt.
Unashamed,
for I knew
that you’d catch me
as I started
to fall.
And you missed.
4 comments:
oh.my.god.
you did, Georgie. frick. you did. you created and it is good good good. deapth and emotion and imagery that goes much further than 7/8ths of what i read out here. holy holy. this is good. no wonder you feel better. you should.
sometimes we feel so deeply and we don't understand. last night a friend of mine, in his fifties, cried and didn't know its origins. just felt it. huge. overwhelming and real. we are a complicated lot with beautiful potential and multilayered cores.
(and you honour me...)
much xo
erin
depth! depthdepthDEPTH! i wrote deapth didn't i? erg.
xo
Erin, thanks. I kind of love you lots. :) And don't worry about typos. I didn't even notice. Lol. <3
Lovely poem, Georgie. Listen to Erin. She knows of which she speaks. Hope you're feeling sunnier.
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