There were days when he drew crimson across the landscape,
Painted life's already incandescent colours,
With a patchwork of his own joy and creativity,
The stars were a small reach above his head and the moon was his good friend,
He would dive into oceans and explore their depths,
Swim miles beneath the surface where the world seemed safe and calm,
Then it stopped.
The world stopped...
With life.
And colour with it.
He stopped too and his world was no more.
Like a grey
Grey
Grey
Wasteland
Without the things he loved
And
This
Became
Normal.....
And as time went on...
he forgot,
that he once was happy...
but he knew
somewhere deep down
in some small place in his soul
that he had lost something...
Someone? maybe....
something precious
himself?
and that there was a longing inside
a longing
for life
it was like a tiny thread
which one day
he felt
Brave
Enough
To
Follow.
It took him
Home
The inspiration for this poem came from some words from an extraordinary poem
http://hellopoetry.com/poem/1182761/the-lonely-astronomer/ For me, my poem is about life before being sent off to boarding school and and the struggle to refund life and joy since. I hope though that it may resonate with people's own different life experiences with similar threads and provide some hope and inspiration to find courage and follow the thread of longing for life