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Fuel For a Dying Soul

Your Lantern

By Susan LoblawPublished 3 months ago 2 min read

Darkness

A shroud of bitterness and despair

Even in the depths of hell

The chill of loneliness reaches out

Sleep provides sweet nectar of the past

A dangerous tonic, when waking only

Provides the nightmare of reality

Now left to live

Waking, gasping for breathe…

But why

Why are you fighting so

A resonating knowledge

That all your tomorrows never will

Compare to those yesterdays

Where you’re going is only the bleak

Shadows of the warm light

Once you basked in

Grasp the finality

Succumb…

One blink, one last blink away,

Yet….

On the horizon of nothingness

A glimmer

Transforms to a beacon

It doesn’t light up the world

But it still exists

And through the loss

These dying embers are everything

Possibility

A passionate fire that moments

Before you believed were smothered

Now aglow

To reignite my

Dying soul

It is a way through

Inside of taking a losing way out

It doesn’t matter

If I’m ready to take on

A new adventure

It is enough for now

Knowing you are here

That love is still attainable,

Perhaps not for me, but you

For you it is achievable…

Hope is reborn

And now I have choices

I regret, choosing not to love you

I, but a beggar on the road of love could not endure

Loves steep toll, but know

All that my heart had left was given

For you to be loved,

To be received by love. and you

Peaceful, warm in the arms of another

Will never know, but that is how it should be

As you, a magnificent flame should be the first choice not someone’s

Consolation price

That your light is radiating on this earth

Is enough, I don’t need to be burned by the incandescent glow

But your effulgent torch was the hope

I need to wander on.

To be…

To fulfil a destiny, a purpose

When ever I have need to smile,

I remember your laugh

And I can persevere…

Never do we know what gift our light

Gives to another

Fuel for a dying soul

Is like a lighthouse

For a ship caught in a torrential storm.

Don’t ever extinguish your lantern,

You never know whose way

Will be plunged in

Darkness.

For you never know

Whose soul you fuel.

inspirational

About the Creator

Susan Loblaw

Poetess...Wordsmith...Writer

I live in Bay Tree Alberta, which I don't think is even classified as a village. Just a gas station with a post office. For the moment, this is where I live, until I can go home again.

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