Lately
Lately life has took a dismal turn,leaving me engulfed
in heavy fog;with silhouttes of fear looming just
outside my sighted eye,much like a stalker planning
perilous deeds,horrid harm to those I treasure most:
                                                                                 
I peer with straining eyes through night and fog,
straining for a better view of where harm lies,
Then I can choose a better path and thus escape
the stalker in my mind:
                                                                                 
Fear wells up and wraps around my soul,bringing
childhood back,with trembling voice,I swear the
silhoutte is creeping ever close,just within the
edges of the fog:
                                                                                  
I'm wanting nothing more then to withdraw,to hide
beneath my covers,never stepping out again to see
what this life holds,but something stronger then the
fear makes me peer again,at silhoutte looming
ever near:
                                                                                 
My straining eyes reach out and catch a tiny ray of
light,sifting downward through the swirling fog.
I dare not blink,but stare with opened eye,as
wonderous rays grow stronger and penetrate the
fog within my mind:
                                                                                   
The darkened silhoutte,takes on a different form.
The outline breaks away,revealing truth of what I am
to see.There it stands,a wonderous tall oak tree,
with branches of life reaching out to me and bursting
leaves erase the silhoutte,as light bathes the form ,
that frighten'd me:
                                                                                  
Like Mother turning on the bedroom light,God reaches
down with sun of glimmering hope and chases away
the fog,that clouds my mind and brings me back to
life.........and what I am to be.
                                             BY: Bobby Smith
                                            copyright:1997(2nd collection)
                                                                                   
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By: Tabatha Terry (copyright:1999)
This
young
artist  is a
great talent.
Her "Rooted"
adds a visual
to my poem,
in a way that
words can't
impart.Thank-
youTabatha for sharing this wonderful
piece.
Rooted