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Poetry - The Tunnel |
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For those of you who like expressing yourself with poetry, this is for you - all submissions welcome.
Since publishing these poems, I have had so much positive feedback and many people have expressed the desire to read more. I have now written one more and it will probably be my last...(who knows).
I always hesitate to distribute this type of writing as it is so personal and there are very few with whom I am comfortable baring my soul.
But, for completeness, here it is (if you read the others first, you'll notice a different tone):
The Tunnel (by Guss Wilkinson 2007)
Years of fog, pain, rage, confusion and angst,
- Fighting for breath,
- Fighting for sleep,
- Fighting for energy,
Years of waking up in a soaking bed,
- Struggling to find names,
- Struggling to find joy or hope,
- Struggling to find strength,
Years of apologising to people I love,
- For things that I said and did,
- For things that I thought,
- For things that I didn't say, do or think
Years of losing myself
- The looks,
- The humour,
- And the fun,
My Family, my friends and others,
- Were losing me,
- But I am such a lucky man,
- For I did not lose them,
They are the heroes, soul-mates, brothers and sisters,
- And I am back,
- With a vengeance,
- With a spark,
No light at the end of the tunnel,
- For I have emerged,
- From the darkness and gloom,
- With a spring in my stride,
The tunnel is far behind me now,
- The air is so sweet and fresh,
- Vision is so crisp and colourful,
- Thought is so clear, But who am I now?
- I am a husband and lover again,
- I am a valued father once more,
- I am a strong and dependable friend,
Push through fellow fighters,
- The journey is hard,
- The struggle is tough,
- But follow the trail,
We will be waiting for you at the other end,
- We'll laugh together,
- We'll remember together, -
And we'll walk the rest of the way together…as better people.
