invisible
with no form
sinking deeper
into the haze
the mist
the depths
fear drawing deeper
senses numbed
no one around
nothing
no one
alone
not just one fear
but many
compounding
make life
bleaker
darker
with even less form
a bump
a landing
finally at rock bottom
a resting place
to curl up and be
forgotten
it feels strangely warm
oddly comforting
to be at the bottom
to be without any way forward
a light breath blows through the mists
making them seem thinner
blueness is there
it’s hues are gentle and deep
blueness reigns
a fresh breeze tousles
what was gray and formless
now has blues and greens
and a yellow brings vibrancy to life
a hand
a hand of a friend
holds the shapelessness of life
that was once vibrant, hued and deep
the hand of a friend
with it’s own blues, greens and yellows
gives form to a shapeless life
remembered
the yellow hurts
it is too bright
too sharp
too painful
but the blues and greens give nurture and care
a gentle dance of colours begin
on the hand of a friend
who dared be a friend
just blues and greens for now
but in time
yellow
orange
red
will be back again too
because of a friend
who dared be a friend
and held out a hand
and blew breath into a life
This poem was inspired by a drawing by a friend :) ... it's a wonderful example of how art inspires art in others, so thank you Kayla for your drawing.
(c) Copyright Luke Visser 2016 (written March 2016)
