this is a poem I wrote, but this one has a very special meaning behind it. When I lived in Huber Heights, I was kind of depressed. I never told my friends what was going on at home, and I always wore a smile. My friends were easily fooled. As time wore on, my facade became more obvious, and finally I told my friends- they all helped me through those two years. Especially my best friend Justin. He wasn't going through the best times, either, and we were there for each other. This poem is not one about the ectasy of falling in love, or the sadness of watching someone close to you die. This is a poem of hope, trust, and an endless friendship. This poem is for Justin . . .
Illusion
I'm trapped in a room full of mirrors,
each one reflecting my worst fears.
Too weak to weep, to weak to cry
I face these demons of mine.
But there you are- I can see you!
Pitch black turns to dark blue.
With your sword pierce these mirrors through,
and as you hold me to you, say-
"Shush now, it's just an illusion.
Hush now, a new life's begun.
You've waited here so patiently,
it's time to runaway with me.
It's alright, it's time to go,
you'll feel better than you could ever know."
"Take me by the hand," you said,
"The way to freedom is just ahead."
My heart soaring, I follow you-
you're right there to help me through.
The illusion is breaking away
and now I have the power to say
words that never before occurred to me,
and I've never before felt so free.
Thank you . . .
the illusion is gone.
Illusion
I'm trapped in a room full of mirrors,
each one reflecting my worst fears.
Too weak to weep, to weak to cry
I face these demons of mine.
But there you are- I can see you!
Pitch black turns to dark blue.
With your sword pierce these mirrors through,
and as you hold me to you, say-
"Shush now, it's just an illusion.
Hush now, a new life's begun.
You've waited here so patiently,
it's time to runaway with me.
It's alright, it's time to go,
you'll feel better than you could ever know."
"Take me by the hand," you said,
"The way to freedom is just ahead."
My heart soaring, I follow you-
you're right there to help me through.
The illusion is breaking away
and now I have the power to say
words that never before occurred to me,
and I've never before felt so free.
Thank you . . .
the illusion is gone.
