Poem: Good Tidings – 23/07/20

Good tidings from myself to you,
I wish you the very best, for all to be well,
because I see the hurt in your eyes,
I view the sorrow
within your words,
I feel your heaving chest,
wracked cries.
 
You speak of the brokenness,
you detail existential pain, despair, and hopelessness,
your expressions are potent,
they are sheer melodies,
songs so brilliant,
they bring me into your world,
I bring myself further into yours,
you’ve breathed life, despite your depression,
into mine, and theirs,
your calligraphy formed from up above.
 
Your revelations,
your keen overexposure without fearing,
without caring for potential consequences,
why, what are they? Who would dare think them?
Like me, you bare your soul to be seen.
 
A pair of birds spreading their wings,
light and dark,
but with shades of in-between,
we mesmerise, you stun, I daze,
our feathers spread impressively,
we take flight,
some don’t wish for this,
fearing tales are set to leave,
our inability to continue to amaze.
 
But, we’re merely rising higher,
seeking inspiration,
I am a peaceful dove,
and my fellow raven is not so far behind me,
but then he falls away,
he prefers to remain, remain,
his caw-cawing is personal, insightful,
his deliverance -
it's himself, 
he's the one he saves.  

© 2020 Lauren M. Hancock. All rights reserved.
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