I have been witness`
when the storm swelled out at sea
a lonely lighthouse
anchored at the shore
casting light upon the surging tide
and knowing I could do no more
than witness, be
a beacon blazing light
as you were tossed about in waves
and almost dashed to pieces
on the treacherous rocks
of self-doubt and self loathing.
Beacon I, a witness, I
loved you always, sometimes from afar
hoping you’d see the light you sought was near:
‘Turn on the light within!’
So silently I’d cry
blinking once, twice, three times then
blazing, find your way safe back to shore
and home to me.
Written for dVerse Poetics, where Peter is hosting. He has asked us to write some form of witness poetry. I have done this in the past, but never about events I have witnessed myself. The truth is, I haven’t witnessed many earth-shattering events, only personal tempests and domestic struggles. So that’s what I wrote about here.