My light in the darkness
In the bleakest darkness
Where light does not pervade
Through looming, lonely shadows
Leering through the brackish haze
I shall march on alone
With lively hope
I must thank you,
By whom I've been prepared.
Broken and recast,
And finally repaired.
You took my Love,
You took my youth.
You gave me wisdom,
You showed me truth.
I love as I live,
I learn as I lose,
Which one is better?
Who is to choose?
All for the best- I suppose its true-
that fate has coldly split our paths,
Divided us into two,
Giving the sting of love's wrath.
But the wounds will heal, leave me strong,
As I continue, move myself forward.
Marching on and on and on and on,
Though I know not what towards.
A poem I wrote, after my significant other and I broke up, due to huge, unexpected changes to the college and career plans we had. This isn't a poem where I'm bawling my eyes out or self-pitying. It's ment to be a poem of loss and learning, and it's still very rough.