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.
© Experimentsinfiction 2020, All Rights Reserved
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.