A simple poem…

I am not who I was
Nor am I who I am
I have no form, no
I care no longer for
the world and its ways
Without a thought,
without a breath
No more than a
whisper in this life
I leave as I came
With nary a sound nor
a glance.
It is not in me to
Nor is it in me to
give up
And yet the burden of
life weighs heavily
The yoke of
responsibility cuts deep
Happiness is but a
glimmer, a dream, a want
Yet the rising sun,
the sound of waves crashing
Signal an awakening,
a renewal.
With the incoming
tide we are borne on a swell of hope
That there is meaning
to our pain
A meaning to our
Finding one person to
help shoulder your burden,
To see you through
the pain.
That friend awaits
you on that beach
Sitting silently in
the distance
Your soul smiles as
your pain eases
Knowing who awaits
you up ahead
It is the friend to
shoulder your burden,
Who will save you
from despair
You sit shoulder to
No words need be said

A simple poem for a simple life…take a moment to appreciate the person this poem represents to you…life is short.  Till next time…