Confusion

** Note: Today I was reminded of someone that was dear to me.  A ‘mentor’ or ‘father figure’ … well, let’s just say that didn’t work out in the long run, but here’s to memories of better days. **

Twenty-two years of searching, I’m weary

Voices and touches so searing and near me

I look for a Valiant, hard and caring

Not polluted love – not meant for my wearing

Just a target for the twinkle dimmed in my eyes

By unwanted berating and unskillful lies

Visions that crush me, alone in the dark

Disappointments steady flowing, drowning my spark

But it wants to live, I want to live!

If you’d be my paragon – it’s not much to give

Just tell me you’ll stay, speak from afar

And see me, and know me, wherever you are…

If I whispered your name in a crowd, would you hear me?

Would you come if I called?

Are you a hero when the darkness comes to tear me

from beyond your walls? What if I fall?

Would you come if I call?

Set for me footprints that I can follow

Memories today, that will be gold tomorrow

A father to see me, guide me, and know me

Clear as your voice in the times you must scold me

Giving me hope, as you hope in my destiny

Molding my stance, as I gain my identity

The power for these hands, stained by the dirt

That captured my pride and replaced it with hurt

But be my support as I stand to my feet

Teach me to discard the bones and eat meat

Let me follow as you follow Him

And if my light’s failing and I start to dim

And I whispered your name in a crowd, would you hear me?

Would you come if I called?

Are you a hero when the darkness comes to tear me

from beyond your walls? What if I fall?

Would you come if I come if I call?

© 2010, Caela Strong. All rights reserved.

Tagged as: And, hope, memory, poem, poetry, Strength