At Least I Tried.

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He came upon the midnight clear

Settled close to me then whispered in my ear.

There is nothing in this world for you to fear.

Nothing, never more my dear!

So come with me let us escape at once from here.

 

 

He was so black and handsome his feathers oiled and slick

His beak so sharp and shiny, I wondered if he, would me nip?

His beady eyes so sparkled they made my heartbeat flip.

He made me feel alive at last my heart began to tick.

He promised  me earnestly that this was no trick.

 

 

From my vantage point up in the oldest tree

There was no part of the landscape that I could not see.

Come, come enticed he, take heart my girl believe in me.

Be brave he urged ,come take flight you and I shall be free

 

 

If only, my beauty, my sweetest girl you believe in me!

I closed my eyes and spread my arms out wide

I felt his jet black wings brush my face and side.

I stood and stepped forth, he could not, his excitement hide.

I felt the wind take me up, my senses scream as I began to glide

I heard his  laughter as I fell, and on the forest floor died .

 

No one knew, no one cared not one single soul cried.

As for me?…… well at least I had tried.

Author: willowdot21

Female, wife, full time mother and Grandmother. I am not as happy go lucky as I used to be but I am still bubbling along on simmer! I have three handsome sons all grown and flown.The youngest married with a beautiful wife and two sons of his own. Back in 2010 I was working, running a home, driving and socializing then bang in a split second all that was gone. I had an accident at home. I broke my back, not for the first time, I had broken it 10 years previously as well. Unfortunately this time I had broken it really badly and it was truly messed up so I had to have two operations. I was told before each operation that the outcome could mean I spend the rest of my life in a wheelchair. Still as some guy once wrote "I am still standing " yes "better than I ever was " I no longer use the walking stick . I had lots of friends before the accident but when things like this happen, you loose most of them. Their lives move on and mine stood still and so they left me behind ...I know that is just the way life is but it hurt and always will. Then I looked around and saw those who were still there for me, these friends are the roses in my garden they need to be tended well. They are the diamonds in the dust. I will of been married 53yrs this comming year. I have found different ways to approach life, use my pain befriend it almost...yer right , well that is what they tell me at the pain clinic ROFLMAO ...... if only I could! I have found an outlet for my fears, frustrations and night terrors . I have started writing poetry if that name can be applied to my writing. I hope I do not come over as a moaning winger. I hope I am past all that. I also hope that you might see how the poetry is moving from very dark through the grey and hopefully in to light. My back is no longer straight it is C shaped because of the injury and I have lost two and a half inches in height but my Pilates and Core teachers have helped me to stand up as straight and be as strong as possible. Pain and depression are still hanging on my arm but I have weapons to use against them and if I say so myself I cope well. I have made lots of new friends, real diamonds. I am also very grateful for all the support and help I have encountered here on Wordpress. Hugs and welcome to everyone who visits.

23 thoughts on “At Least I Tried.”

    1. Thank you I am so glad you like it , it was one that flowed! I am off to bed now so I wish you a peaceful day or night which ever you have right now! xxxx

    1. Thank you Keli if you like the picture the link to the artists page is under the picture, he is on wordpress too! have a lovely Sunday afternoon 😉

  1. speaks of trying, to me Sweet Willow, no matter if you don’t succeed, that’s not the main objective. ’tis making the effort, … succeeding is a bonus methinks.. It did flow my friend..ever so… hugs aplenty. xPenx

      1. Okey Dokey, .. Vlad is welcome anytime, …” Does he smoke? ” says Fyrespike… (He’s offering his special mix.. now that’s a first!! ) 😉 xx

      2. tsk!! it’s bigger than he is 😉 … he could’ve left me some.!! Mind you… Lager and lime is my tipple… other than wine too when I can get my hands on some… (erm…sounding quite alco-frolic aren’t I ? *cough* ) xx

  2. Regardless what we accomplish, the only thing of real importance of what we gave ourselves to ~ the weight of our heart, the song of our soul. The rest matters little. I love this, Willow. ~ Love, Bobbie

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