After some comments about the darkness of my poetry, I thought I’d share something with a bit (but only a little bit) of a sunnier outlook.
This is one of few poems that I didn’t finish in the same sitting in which I started it. At the time, I didn’t know how it would end. Everything was up in the air, transitioning, and I had no idea where I nor anything else would land.
The ending came several months later when I realized that everything was going to work out, and I’d be OK. Here it is:
“Faces in the Crowd”
I try to hide my sorrow, my confusion,
But all I find, all around is frustration.
The music’s faded, subtle persuasion
That maybe, just maybe, there’s culmination.
The days have grown long;
The feeling faded with the song;
Bells banging loudly, I can’t shake the gong.
Falling from whom I thought I belong.
I thought wrong; things went fast.
What did I think? Why should it last?
My betrothed I loved, now in my past.
Trudging my way forward, trumpets do blast
Revily for new morning
The sun on a new day shining
The light, chances blinding
Onward I go, toward goals unyielding.
For every day I’m thankful.
Of days past I’m mindful.
Those…were wonderful;
These…are painful,
But the world moves ever onward.
And me? I’ll keep facing forward,
Not looking forever backward
At loves and thoughts gone skyward.
