Each week, Fandango hosts a prompt called Flashback Friday. He invites us to share an old post from the previous year or on the exact number date (19th) of any month if you do not have a post for the exact date. This is a post from my old blog, and it was a poem I had posted on March 19, 2016. It’s funny that I have been blogging since 2016, but I never post much in November.
Here is my Flashback:
The kindness in her eyes Turned to awesome fear She couldn’t look away Her vision tuning in so clear
Tip tap, tip tap, tip-tap The light footsteps sing Getting closer and closer Speeding up to a full-swing
A silhouette approaches Tightly, she closes her eyes Shivering inside herself Nervously she then cries
Lightly peeking eyes open It’s standing before her face Her eyes shine out with brilliance Her fear now become displaced
Before her was no stranger Her hero was there to stay As they stand there together Now laughing, cries fade away
The silhouette became her husband The fear and anguish dissipate No shadows there to fear now Her heart pit-pattering with his embrace
Hand in hand they sway as one As they walk towards the door Her fear now non-existent Facing where the shadow was before
She grips his hand tightly Allowing him to take the lead A light emerges from the hall There was nothing to fear indeed
There stood her friends and family Smiles lit upon each and every face Feeling so silly, now smiling back Finally, feel safe in this space
Her hero is her only love Protecting her near or far Leading her away from any harm He’s her bright and shining star
I had to go back to my archive of poetry from my old blog to find something to share for today’s Flashback Friday prompt from Fandango. I did not have a post for the exact date of today, but I did have one for the date of 6/12/2016. It made me remember how long my darkness and unhappiness ruled my life, but that is not a bad thing. It makes me look forward, and forward has what I want and love in it.
Painful Love Lost
The battle fighting within me breaks me from the inside out as I see your faces as I remember you all loving me the way you used to.
The tears I cry in my dreams are real the memories like yesterday but today but I cannot cry them when awake for they make me feel weak and afraid.
I gave you so much of myself that sometimes I have not much left to share with others or even to sustain life because you were my life, and you’re gone.
I try not to think of you most times thinking the pain will just fade away but this kind of pain sits in your gut and it fights you and rips you apart.
Maybe that will make you feel better knowing that I’m never going to be okay but even still you should know I love you all until the last breath leaves my lungs.