A Solitary Creature

Somewhere lost in the dust of my mind.
I searched and found someone so kind.
Buried in dust and just starting to root.
I found myself in an unfamiliar suit.

A suit of armor that kept people out.
Closed to all for I had such a doubt.
I feared to open and write about me.
I doubted people would like what they see.

A shallow mind, or so it seemed to me.
Within the forest of life a mere tree.
A solitary creature with no roots to grow.
Living proof of "you reap what you sow".

Afraid to give to the takers in life.
Afraid to become husband and wife.
Afraid to say what I truly do feel.
Immortal I thought with an Achilles heel.

Stepped to the side let life fly past.
Lived all alone, because life doesn't last.
Shallow in thought and shallow in deed.
Hollow to harm, forewarned of life's greed.

Such was my life until the words hit.
Silently finding me here where I sit.
No magical aroma, or blinding light.
Surgically soothing, if felt so right.

Cutting through my life's hollow hide.
Never knowing it borrowed to my inside.
Screamed silently until I was awoken.
Bandaged my life that was somehow broken.

Filled my void with it's magical trait.
Relieved me of some invisible weight.
Allowed me to write from somewhere inside.
Allowed me to know that it was wrong to hide.

I'm free to see the beauty that's called love.
I'm free to feel things I never dreamed of.
And loneliness now is a mere word to me.
I'm surounded by love of the beauty I see.

What magic! What Joy! When I think of this.
My life has been changed by a Heavenly kiss.
I'm thankful everyday even if it doesn't show.
In life's forest, forever a tree must grow.

©Mike Dimond 2001

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