I wrote this poem a while ago, though many would argue it’s not really a poem, or it’s a really bad poem because I can’t stick to a single style or follow poetic rules, but you know, I’m a novelist, not a poet. Anyway, I thought I’d finally share it, so here it is, A Walk with Darkness.
I have walked alongside darkness,
I chose to be it’s friend.
When it came a’calling,
I opened up my hand.
I chose to take a moment,
or maybe two or four,
to try to understand it,
this thing we all abhore.
I let it rest inside me,
while my dreams did fade away,
and carried it there with me,
as I journeyed day to day.
I have walked with darkness,
though the weight is ever so,
to try and hide behind it,
while my mood swung to and fro,
and in time I learned it,
a little truth I bear,
I’ll dane to share it with you,
if you truly care?
The darkness, it is lonely,
broken, ill content.
It seeks a little comfort,
and a little strength when lent,
and with a little kindness,
that darkness stops its growth,
for deep beneath the surface,
it’s someone we all know.
I have walked in darkness,
it has carried me from home,
but with a little patience,
it has slowly turned to hope,
and though it has long left me,
I smile fondly as I go,
for my time with darkness,
has taught me how to grow.
