A LITTE LIGHT
This summer I am reflecting on some poems I wrote in the summer of 1991. At the time, I was not coping at work. And I was struggling with having had an abortion. My important relationships were not going well. I felt broken, hopeless and alone. I felt like a failure.
It may sound silly but I want to listen to the young woman who wrote them (me). I'm hoping it might help me fine-tune my purpose as I approach my 60th year this Fall.
Which brings me to the poem below. Before I give you the poem I want to give some context.
I wrote "The Candle" on a piece of long yellow legal paper. I don't know why I'm telling you that? I was staying at my uncle Tim's for reasons that would take too long to explain. I was dating a popular local guy, while I still had unresolved feelings for the father of my child (lost to abortion). Last week I learned that popular guy I dated (not the father of my child), died this spring. He was 68 years old: Rest in Peace Dave.
Here is the poem:
THE CANDLE
A candle, some moonlight,
And a summer wind--
Bring comfort in the night.
Feel the silver muted pull,
Ghostly white and almost full.
I search the light,
For a sign tonight.
While a single candle shines,
On a thousand tired lies.
The bitter years are stirred,
The lonely tears unheard.
The summer wind befriends,
It's rhythm never ends.
The night can wound,
Yet somehow soothe.
For in the darkness,
Is brilliant truth.
