The Helping Hand
Collection of recent thoughts, though there is more to come and i will likely be producing more of these shortly. only the future will tell if i would write stories of joy and shenanigan-filled drama, or the polar opposite.
The Helping Hand
by Ephemeral_Dreams
Ever since the days when clouds were all,
Ever minced my mind stayed yet so tall.
A skyward gaze finding no stars in the night.
A wayward haze grinding my tears in its might.
They do not come, not anymore.
Only emotions, the waves of repressive thoughts.
They do not go, not anymore.
Only devotion, the knaves of oppressive droughts.
The hand has always been there, the one to hold me by the neck.
Keeping me from both edges, ones of life and death.
The hand has always been taut, the one to keep me barely conscious.
Creeping in from the shadows, its owner all but deaf.
The voice has always accompanied it, whispering of poison and honey.
It had stopped me from jumping many times, and made me want to take the leap.
The choice has always been there, meandering of freedom and finality.
It had stopped me from hoping many times, and made me wanton what I cannot reap.
Now the time nears to see beyond the veil of mystery
That had always covered up my savior and curse.
But alas there is another, the gnarled hand.
That had come to cover up my savior and nurse.
Thrown into turmoil, yet another endless maze.
Trapped within my own thoughts, unable to find light.
Is jealousy ever justified? Anger, even?
Is this what I'd desired? Hope, even?
The word is foreign, an unknown language.
I had already forgotten, how to dream.
Yet around it closes, the hand of my savior.
To tug another out of the pits, as it never does tire.
Does one blame a godsend, one that is able to cure many?
I know not what to call the current dilemma, but the feelings persist, as they always will.
I know though not for certain that we will have our time to roar.
Do I have the right to pout, when he has done so much?
Alas I wait for the clock to turn, for time to pass.
The dreaded flow of the universe, that everyone fears the most.
And I hope for the best, for my chance to rise.
The shuttered glow of my soul, that everyone will see its brilliance.
And though I lack the heart to say I will fly above the grass.
I do not lack the hope to allay the hand's fears to pass.
For one day the roar will be heard, its echoes heard by all.
To live to relieve, the hand to heal any and all.
As usual, comments are appreciated and welcomed. it is copyrighted to me so please do not distribute/vend/display without express permission ^_^
Thanks!
And for the person that understands it, as i no doubt you do, you'll have to find me first! :D