Not Alone

A woman cries

On the shore

Of a beach.

Her tears

Roll off her cheeks

And land on the sand,

Seeping into the grains.

Waves roll up

Onto the shore

As the woman weeps

Over the pain that she feels.

 

She does not weep alone.

 

A man stands

On the edge of a bridge,

His tie flapping wildly

In the wind.

He weeps

Where he stands,

Regret filling his mind

And heart

For what he has done.

He wishes he could take back

The things he did,

But he feels that it’s too late

And the only way now

Is to end it all.

 

He does not weep alone.

 

A man walks up

To the girl on the beach.

He weeps with her.

He knows the pain

That she feels.

 

He picks her up.

He embraces her.

He shows her

That she does not

Have to suffer alone,

And he takes her pain

From her

And points her forward

To the future.

 

A man comes out

Onto the bridge

And holds the guy

Standing on the edge.

He weeps with him.

He knows the pain

That He feels.

 

He holds the guy

And walks back

From the ledge.

He shows him

That he does not

Have to suffer alone,

And he takes the pain

From him

And points him forward

To the future.

 

We are never alone.

There is always

Someone there for us.

They know how we feel.

They know what to do.

They know how to take away

All the pain.

We just need

To let them in,

And look to the future.

Sacrifice

A man wearing a gold watch

Keeps trying to move on

In his journey of life,

But he can’t.

His watch

Keeps getting in the way,

And he doesn’t want it

Damaged or broken.

He cares about it

So much,

And won’t take it off.

It’s the last thing of value

That he has left.

 

He doesn’t want

To let it go,

He doesn’t want

To cast it aside.

But as long as he has it

It will continue being

In his way.

 

He stares at the path ahead,

Of what he’ll have to do

To reach his goal.

He can’t keep the watch

Even though he wants to.

 

He makes a decision

And takes off the watch

He throws it to the side

And walks

Down the path

Before him.

The watch shatters

On the ground

No longer of any value

To anyone.

 

A little boy with a balloon

Is having fun at a fair.

He grips the balloon tightly,

Never wanting to let it go.

 

He goes on a ride,

Still holding the balloon,

And is lifted

High in the air.

The boy is scared,

Fearing for his life

Fearing for what might happen.

He needs to hold on,

Hold on with both hands,

But can only use one

With his balloon

In the other.

 

He doesn’t want

To let it go

Doesn’t want

To lose his balloon,

But he lets it go,

And grips on to the ride

Tightly with both hands.

The balloon floats away

Rising into the air,

Fading into the distance

Forever out of reach.

 

Ten years later,

The man who threw away

His watch,

His most valuable possession,

Now has a family

With two children,

Lives in a large house

And drives a car

Of his dreams.

He now has many watches

To replace the one

He gave up.

 

He now has more

Of value to him

Than ever before.

 

The boy who let go

Of his balloon

Is now all grown up.

He’s thinking about the day

He let go

Of the balloon

As he walks out

To his car

On his way to work.

On his windscreen

He finds an old wrinkled balloon

The same colour as the one

That he let go.

Next to it

Is a whole pack

Of balloons

All the same colour.

 

He smiles.

He can now give them

To his daughter,

And give her

Something to treasure

And play with.

 

Sometimes in our life

We need to let go

Of what we hold dear.

But someday it comes back

Or we get

So much more.

Sometimes to progress

We just need

To

 

 

Let

 

 

 

Go.

Hope

At times

Our situation in life

May seem

Hopeless.

At times

Our situation in life

May seem

Perilous.

At times

Our situation in life

May seem

Overwhelming.

 

At times

We just want to give up.

At times

We want it to end

So badly,

We think of doing things

We normally would not consider.

 

All the hurt,

All the pain,

All the suffering.

To make ourselves feel better

We do

Horrible things,

However, nothing is ever resolved by it,

And nothing is ever accomplished by it,

Except making the devils grasp

Stronger on us.

 

In these times

We cannot give up,

We cannot let him take us,

We cannot let him push us

Over the edge so that we fall

Into his clutches,

We cannot let him.

 

In these times

We have to remember

That there are people

Who love us,

Who care for us,

Who want to see us smile,

Who want to see us laugh,

Who want to see us happy.

 

We also have to remember

That there is a God

Who is up in heaven

Who loves us so strongly

So mightily,

So powerfully,

That he just wants

To pull us out of the ocean

And save us.

 

All we have to do

Is accept him,

And let him take

The pain away,

Let him heal

The wounds,

Let him heal

Our lives,

Let him forgive

Our sins.

 

At the end of it all,

As he dries us off,

He will not leave us,

He will always be there

For us.

We just have to remember that.

Aftermath

A labyrinth of thoughts and emotions

Inside of my head,

None of them helpful in easing

This feeling of dread.

 

Bright hopes and dreams

Dashed out in a flash.

The result, a wound in the heart

Taking the shape of a nasty gash.

 

The light of this station,

Dimmed to match the surrounding tunnel,

A fear that I thought

Into the ground I could pummel.

The nightmare scenario

Unfolding before my eyes,

Whilst on the inside,

Each part of me dies.

 

Why do I

Keep on fighting,

When this darkness

Doesn’t appear to be lighting?

 

Unable to sleep until late

Cause the mind keeps on thinking,

Then until late-morning

Not waking,

Because a sense of purpose

Is no longer felt.

 

Cringing,

I stare at this hand I’ve been dealt,

Hoping to draw a card

To fix it all,

Whilst deeper

Into the darkness I fall.

The End

An end is not what it seems to be,

It’s only the beginning of something new.

It’s the start of a journey into the unknown,

One which we’re now prepared for as it comes into view.

 

This is not an end,

But the start of something great,

As we now strive forward into the world

To fulfil God’s almighty fate.

 

Nothing comes to an end,

Not time, nor space.

It’s just the start of something else

Which we call ‘the end’ to help us keep a trace.