I Am
I am
Lost in a place of darkness...
The mist shrouds me,
Tendrils caress my cheek,
Soft and slightly damp,
Familiar as a lover's touch.
I am
Hanging on to the guide ropes
Hoping they know the way home
But the dark music calls me
So insistantly it lures me away
And my hold is only a fragile thing.
I am
Silent in the stillness,
My voice lost crying in the night
The tune unsung
My throat closed over
With ashes and tears.
And then I am
Held gently in the arms of love
The unshed tears wiped from my eyes
A quiet word whispered
A gentle soul balm
And the strength to carry on.
With that strength and love
I am
I endure.
© Megan Herbert
4th May 2009
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