Silhouetted by the sky,
She stands behind the gate,
Peering down a wider way
She knows is not her fate.
A hollow wind of promises
Whispers in her ears
Spinning tales of might-have-beens
That cry with bitter tears.
Her empty hands beside her,
She stands content, though scared,
Praying for a traveller,
Whose life she briefly shared.
For though those fingers tremble,
And though those cheeks are wet,
She knows that she has made friend
She never will forget.
Though guilt runs deep in footsteps left
And, sadly, scars remain,
She sees behind a path well-learned
Ahead, a greater gain.
With loving strength she reaches out,
To bid farewell, at last.
And with that final falling glance
She shuts that gate called "past."
Turning, still with swollen eyes,
She looks up to the day,
But finds instead of tear-streaked skies
A bright and shining Way.
Though her road is narrow,
And her friend, she follows not,
Neither one is lonely,
Neither one, forgot.
Within each palm, though bare before
A larger hand is found;
Beside that set of pretty feet,
Two big ones tread the ground.
"Lead me, God," she whispers now,
"Your will, I seek to find."
"Lead me, God," another voice
Echoes from behind.
Callie,
ReplyDeleteI really like this poem. Some of the imagery used in this poem remind me of heaven especially at the beginning in the first two lines and the last four lines. I think you did a great job with the rhyme scheme. I am really jealous of your creativity and the depth that your poem holds. My only suggestion is to add an "a" in front of "friend" in line 15. I thought it was interesting that you decided to capitalize the "w" in "Way" in line 28 and am curious about what the significance in that was. I really like all your imagery about hands, palms and feet. I think this is a great poem!