Patchwork

To read my words you might imagine my life dark and grey,

but you would be mistaken  friend in every single way;

It’s like a patchwork quilt that has been lovingly arranged

to represent the ups and downs of how my life has changed.

Happiness is something we don’t shout enough about

‘cause tragedy and grief  will make our senses all call out

and say ‘such feeling!’ ‘Depth and imagery ‘’I understand your pain’

But really if we had the chance would we  relive again?

Those time of such immense despair  we  find hard to dispel,

and burning  tears  that flow unbridled down an endless well.

Such  loneliness an overriding cloak we hide within…

afraid of laughter, life and guilt  making it sin:

To fight the demons of the dark when light seems too obscure,

and change the daily mask we wear in order to ensure

that no one sees the real me that hides behind the smile,

To hide the lie that all is well or will be in a while….

The big black dog that sits astride my shoulder looking down

just waiting for the time to come and help my feelings drown....

In seas of bitter roaring waves that crash on lifeless sand,

and knowing no one’s ever there to stretch a saving hand….

But wait…….that  was the past and there are now  fresh joys anew,

To find a love  with arms so broad they encompassed me and  drew

me into your safe  harbour and though pain has left its scars,

I now look for the sunshine and marvel in the stars….

There is a meaning to today and also to tomorrow

For love and joy can override the deepest kind of sorrow.

Lodigiana