Wayward Souls

- The Seasons Of Grief: Chapter III - Poem VIII -

Through all meetings, she had that spark,

Always the first to brave the dark,

And I can recall the day I first knew,

With childlike glee, stubborn and free,

Playing too rough and chasing her dreams,

Your wishes will always come true

She had a heart that wouldn’t quit,

Even when the world tried to break it,

Carried her scars like medals from a war,

Each one a tale, every wound with lore,

She and I were wayward souls

Started with a risk,

“Add it to the ever-growing bucket list,”

But it always turned into quiet evenings,

And reminisced about feelings

Ended with tears on the floor,

But she’ll rise once more

All her goddamn lives,

Flashed before her eyes,

And then she realized,

It feels like the time,

She jumped from a height,

And learned how to fly

I was a fool, and kept her safe,

Tried to hold her, a futile chase,

She loves the way life tastes,

Burning the map, trekking her track,

Facing the unknown with the utmost will,

To her, it’s an amazing thrill

First, you think she’s too good,

When her smile lingers, you wish you would,

And as the cracks begin to show,

Before you grasp her ending,

She’s gone again, fending,

The cracks seem more low

Started with a gist,

“Add it to the ever-expanding checklist,”

But it always turned into laid-back tomorrows,

With no feelings of sorrow

Ended with chains on the floor,

And she’ll conquer once more

All her goddamn days as a wife,

Flashed before her brazen eyes,

And then she realized,

It feels like the time,

She chose to stay and fight,

And lit the darkened light

She’s climbed so many mountains,

Through desert dunes and misty fountains,

And though she’s found, she’ll get lost once more,

Just to find a life and bring it back from bore

The stories that she carries,

Are written on the scar of her heart,

They’re all hers to claim, all hers to chart

Ended with a bow,

“Add it to the story told in town,”

But it always turned into blazing new starts,

With no “break a parts”

Started with a yearning for free,

And she’ll leave a legacy

All her goddamn years as a soldier,

Flashed before her adulting eyes,

And then she realized,

It feels like the time,

She forged a forgotten goal,

And lit the path for wayward souls