Caught In Between
Last night I posted this poem:
FREE FALLING
Come fall on me with your shrouded heart
I have none to speak for words evade
My lips have none but warmth to give
Your broken soul with hope to ease
I choose silence enough to lend
Your laments room, to echo deep
Like whispers and murmurs of silent streams
Or like raging flood flowing from pursed lips
Within these arms you need no mask
No cold smile, no sweetened verse
No need to conceal the evil within
For only true love can cover all sins
Come fall on me with your grieving heart
Unguarded bosom for your weight to rest
When shadow hounds and doubt torments
Let go, let love, let peace ascend
I had a really strong urge to write and finish this until about 2am. I was already sleepy but I just couldn't. The writing style isn't even something I'm used to. I've never written something like this before.
This was supposedly for a friend of mine on tumblr. The message is something I can relate to but the relevance just went a notch higher when I learned by morning that a very close family friend died of heart attack the same night. He was like an older brother to me, he was the only one who ever dared to treat me like his little sister.
Reading through my previous post though I realized I didn't actually finish writing the poem by 2am because the record on AFF says Posted on 1-22-2012 01:35:43. So based on that, I must have finished it way before because it took me some time to refine it and to post it here and on tumblr. His son, whom I treat like my own nephew, told me that he was declared dead by 12:10am...about the same time I believe I started writing the poem.
I am caught between amaement and grief right now. I can't help feel that there had been a higher/bigger purpose for this poem other than my initial intention of cheering up that friend on tumblr. I sent the poem to his wife and son. I hope it gives them the comfort they need.
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