Days ago
there was a battle;
a struggle with waves of
relentless fury and
a choking sorrow,
wounds left to bleed,
but no one else could
know or see.
These wretched winds
were too intense for
me alone to stop;
I tried to reign them in,
but just could not.
Wrestling with injuring
thoughts and chaotic
emotions, alone,
I hadn’t realized another
was watching, guarding
over me, so to speak.
A silent sentinel,
waiting, observing,
making sure that no one
else got hurt
by the brutal storm
raging deep.
The whole time
he lovingly held the reigns,
and now handed them back
over to me.
He placed them gently
in my naked hands,
as his remained leathered
and gloved.
Now I wake
and a blanket of sorrow
covers me, like a
worn sweater,
but the dangerous winds
have died down;
I can once again handle them,
on my own.
None other can truly ‘see’
beneath the layers of
foreign smiles and
thoughtful words,
but he can;
he knows this ache,
understands the dark melody
and in kindness he rides,
he rides
just for me.
I sit high upon the tallest tree
just to witness
with my heart and soul
this thrilling ride he takes,
for me.
Round and round he goes,
gracefully weaving and swerving
to and fro.
For him there is no need
of practice,
yet he rides just for me,
‘cause he knows it
simply makes me happy.
The sounds of the engine,
the leathered hands
gripping the handles,
clutch and throttle;
a most beautiful sight to see,
and he does all this
whenever there’s need.
He does this all
for me.
An intricate flow
of movement,
this connection between
a rider and his bike.
A fascinating exchange
between flesh and machine,
as I have resigned myself
to never truly knowing it,
as I watch this
Angel on wheels.
He rides and swerves
with never a stutter,
never a clumsy fall,
and I simply smile
as it fills me with a
modicum of glee
as I get to watch
as he rides,
rides so skillfully,
just for me to see…
this Angel on wheels.
-by Mercurychyld
Copyrights 28 March 15
Saturday
Mar 28, 2015
Mar 28, 2015 at 9:44 AM UTC
Days ago
there was a battle;
a struggle with waves of
relentless fury and
a choking sorrow,
wounds left to bleed,
but no one else could
know or see.
These wretched winds
were too intense for
me alone to stop;
I tried to reign them in,
but just could not.
Wrestling with injuring
thoughts and chaotic
emotions, alone,
I hadn’t realized another
was watching, guarding
over me, so to speak.
A silent sentinel,
waiting, observing,
making sure that no one
else got hurt
by the brutal storm
raging deep.
The whole time
he lovingly held the reigns,
and now handed them back
over to me.
He placed them gently
in my naked hands,
as his remained leathered
and gloved.
Now I wake
and a blanket of sorrow
covers me, like a
worn sweater,
but the dangerous winds
have died down;
I can once again handle them,
on my own.
None other can truly ‘see’
beneath the layers of
foreign smiles and
thoughtful words,
but he can;
he knows this ache,
understands the dark melody
and in kindness he rides,
he rides
just for me.
I sit high upon the tallest tree
just to witness
with my heart and soul
this thrilling ride he takes,
for me.
Round and round he goes,
gracefully weaving and swerving
to and fro.
For him there is no need
of practice,
yet he rides just for me,
‘cause he knows it
simply makes me happy.
The sounds of the engine,
the leathered hands
gripping the handles,
clutch and throttle;
a most beautiful sight to see,
and he does all this
whenever there’s need.
He does this all
for me.
An intricate flow
of movement,
this connection between
a rider and his bike.
A fascinating exchange
between flesh and machine,
as I have resigned myself
to never truly knowing it,
as I watch this
Angel on wheels.
He rides and swerves
with never a stutter,
never a clumsy fall,
and I simply smile
as it fills me with a
modicum of glee
as I get to watch
as he rides,
rides so skillfully,
just for me to see…
this Angel on wheels.
-by Mercurychyld
Copyrights 28 March 15
Saturday
Feeling very disappointed in myself after taking a riding course,
but not quite making it. Leaves a big hole and a sad humiliation. I really wanted to have something to connect me to my estranged brother and father, who both ride. Guess it wasn't meant to be. Back to life then.
