Down in the dark depths of the earth
Down where hurt and despair lies
Torrential rain storms and earthquakes
Relentless fires in the skies
Where can I turn for comfort?
Who will help me in my despair
I help everyone with my brand of comfort
I always wonder if anyone cared
I close my eyes and breathe a breath of peace
I wake in a garden far off in the east
There is a lake and a woman whose beauty is rare
She calls to me in my time of despair
“Daughter, be still. You have a job to do
When it is over, you will drink from this lake of blue
No more worries or tears will be shed
Your sacred duty will be done, and you’ll rest your head.”
With this, I wake reformed and refreshed
To continue my mission till my last breath
I may feel more than I should
I will shoulder the weight; only I could
can you give me directions to this lake… I have to have a good talk with that lady…
Haha I will if she returns to me.
Your poem sounds like a story right out of mythology. I like it.
Thank you so much Timmy appreciate it;))
This is wonderful. Let’s take a walk there. Cool write.
Thank you. I need to take a walk there.
Poetess Fia, I really enjoyed your Poem. For me the word “Daughter” makes this poem very personal in nature. I lost my mother in 2015; she often comes to me in my sleep. I don’t know if the lady in “My Thoughts” is living or has passed away. However, I interpret the remainder of the poem as an affirmation that the lady (mother) is of spirit and of wisdom. The line “She calls to me in my time of despair” is very similar in sentiment to “And in my hour of darkness she is standing right in front of me. Speaking words of wisdom, let it be.” Reference the Beatles 1970 song “Let it Be”. Almost always when I write poetry, I am inspired by music. Sometimes in the same way, poetry extracts a memory that I have associated with a song.
Thank you, Angel. I do not know who the woman was by the lake. I closed my eyes and that’s what happened. I’m glad that it touched you and made you think of the Beatles; that’s cool.
Self-preservation is a must for empaths, however, I’m not so sure that shouldering the weight alone allows for that. The weight of the world would bury the broadest of shoulders.
I will send positivity and strength into the universe for you, sister Fia, so that you may continue to utilize your brand of comfort.
Thank you, Adira—blessings to you.