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Dear Past Self
there will come an end to
this exhaustive night
no darkness can rest
in the brilliance of your light
one morning you will wake
to the sun caressing your face
and how can you resist
a touch of fortifying grace
the following night
when you go back to sleep
the fear you've harbored of waking up
will no longer reach so deep
I fear it makes no sense
yet I urge you to believe me
I remember just how tough that is to do
in time you will come to see
I know the story because I was you
this exhaustive night
no darkness can rest
in the brilliance of your light
one morning you will wake
to the sun caressing your face
and how can you resist
a touch of fortifying grace
the following night
when you go back to sleep
the fear you've harbored of waking up
will no longer reach so deep
I fear it makes no sense
yet I urge you to believe me
I remember just how tough that is to do
in time you will come to see
I know the story because I was you
Published 27th May 2019
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27th May 2019 2:26pm
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27th May 2019 2:33pm
That is a great compliment right there, HF. So very appreciated! I wrote this thing while I was waiting for something at work…
Sometimes the muse hits you at the strangest times.
I'm so glad you enjoyed it!
Sometimes the muse hits you at the strangest times.
I'm so glad you enjoyed it!
Anonymous
27th May 2019 11:03pm
Lovely lyrics. It reminds me of a commemorative write on the walls of an ancient cemetery near my home town in Italy. It reads "what you are, we once were. What we are, you shall be." I know it may not have anything to do with this, but your words brought back a memory of a me meditating on how true this cycle is in every life, throughout time. You give a beautiful flow to your poetry. You are very good with descriptive words.
28th May 2019 6:47am
I love that this brought back that memory for you. It's nice that my words are able to do that.
Thank you so much for the appreciation and the lovely comment.
Delanee.
Thank you so much for the appreciation and the lovely comment.
Delanee.
Anonymous
28th May 2019 10:03am
Dear Delanee,
Forgive me having gone out of theme. I didn't mean to be rude. The beauty of your write and the deep significance of your talking to your earlier self, in motif of deja Vue, is beautifully mastered. If we all could have earlier the knowledge of after, many mistakes and sorrows would be avoided. It is wonderful and deep but, also conforting to know that we can survive anything, if we hold on tight enough to wait for times to change. Excellent write my dear poetess. I will be following you with great attention. Juvenalis
Forgive me having gone out of theme. I didn't mean to be rude. The beauty of your write and the deep significance of your talking to your earlier self, in motif of deja Vue, is beautifully mastered. If we all could have earlier the knowledge of after, many mistakes and sorrows would be avoided. It is wonderful and deep but, also conforting to know that we can survive anything, if we hold on tight enough to wait for times to change. Excellent write my dear poetess. I will be following you with great attention. Juvenalis
29th May 2019 9:43am
Beautiful uplifting poem full of hope. wonderful rhyme and flow of words.
29th May 2019 9:45am
Thank you, summerrain, for appreciating this little poem! ;) I don't normally use any rhyme so this was a bit of a change from my usual style.
I'm glad you like it and feel the hope!
Delanee.
I'm glad you like it and feel the hope!
Delanee.
29th May 2019 10:57pm
This touches in an intriguing manner on 'identity' - of being a composite of memories and limited perceptions. I think HF hit the nail on the head in the first comment above.
31st May 2019 11:17pm
