Before you read this poem, I want to tell you something about me. For so long in my life I have been so concerned about making my words perfect. My poems had to follow a very specific plan, and could only be about certain topics. It is because of this that I portrayed myself as better off than I am. I come to you honestly tonight to tell you this, I am not perfect. My writing is not perfect. I promise you, whoever you are that is reading this, that I will never pretend to perfect.
Category: Poetry (Page 2 of 2)
I stare into your now almost lifeless eyes,
Begging any god who will listen to keep you alive.
I’m not ready to lose you from this world of mine,
I can’t believe how fast this has gone in the swirl of time.
There are still so many memories to make and be shared,
And no matter how close it gets to the end I will never be prepared.
The idea of saying goodbye to you is a reality I cannot face,
And a world without you in it is a world that I cannot embrace.
I’ve never believed in miracles like the way you do,
But the closest thing to miracle I’ve seen was the day that I met you.
I will never forget the way our eyes met across the park,
And how we both felt that amazing instantaneous spark.
How we fell in love so quick and fell in bed even more quickly,
We knew each other so deep and loved so simply.
I knew that first time in your arms I would one day make you my bride,
And when we went out we held the others hand with utmost pride.
Perfectly content with life as long as it was a life spent together,
Like the day you said you would love me until the day after forever.
Any trepidation to dive into the depths of infatuation,
Were now long forgotten figments of our imaginations.
And the night that autumn when crying and yes was your answer,
Unlike the tears you shed two weeks later when you first saw the cancer.
The very cancer that has you lying near lifeless this way,
Now just five hours from what was going to be our wedding day.
The noise in the room deadens as you begin to open your eyes,
Looking at me whispering, “Forever is longer than the day that I die.”
We can say the words,
“Lord, we will go where You wish,”
Until He asks us to go somewhere
That makes us wonder if He is in this.
When He asks us to leave the ones we love,
The places we have come to know,
We forget about the time we said,
“Lord, there is anywhere we would go.”
Because when we said the words,
“Lord, no matter how far,”
What we really hoped
Was for God to leave us where we were.
The times He comes along-
Makes the call to somewhere new-
We block out that time we prayed
“Lord, we will pay any price for you.”
The time we fell to our knees
“Lord, even to the ends of the Earth,”
As long as we can see our children grow up,
Grow tired of this place first,
That we are following God’s plan
While forgetting the time we prayed,
“Lord, our future is in your hands.”