Happy Friday, once again! Hope you had a great week. I’ve been busy trying to put the final edits on my poem Beacon. This the one about my son I mentioned a few weeks ago to you. It has been difficult writing it because it took a total different direction than I was expecting. I had an idea in my mind of what I wanted to say in the poem, but when it came down to writing it all that I could get out was clichés. Some where in the middle of it, I just trusted the words and let the poem take over. Consequently it took the change it needed to and I managed to finish it. I probably could obsess over each word forever, but I feel confident enough in what I wrote to share with you all today. This poem is my small attempt to explain how I feel about my son, but in reality no words could ever come close to expressing my love for him. His innocence and purity refreshes me and his sweet smile melts my heart, every single day. My only hope is he grows up knowing how much he is loved by me and all those around him. Without further ado, I present, “Beacon”. Enjoy! I’d love to hear your comments and feedback. Take care!
*Photo credit: Wink Photography
Surrounding darkness sinking in my skin
piercing my vacant heart,
Until the day arrives,
I am encapsulated by your light.
Your beacon consumes me
bathing me in warmth,
never before felt.
Forever drawn to your glow,
every step illuminated in your presence.
The shadows that hung heavy on my heart
banished by your enveloping beam.
I never tire of the tiny reflection
fueling my now boundless courage.
Your purity carries me infinitely
for the strength of your cast
never dulls, never slows.
until your beacon sighted me.