With this poem I want to honour both my own journey, yet also someone that helped me out in an unexpected way. So thank you for helping me with that final step.
Long have I pondered the secrets of the world, For years this journey has winded and swirled. From shadow to shadow, tears to grief and hope, Searching with a dim light, yet not one to mope. Seeking the many fragments hidden within my soul, To find my own way, to once more become whole. Dear Christina arrived, wounded yet gentle and kind, Now in the maze of the mind, I was no longer blind. In the class of life, she knew where everything fitted, A gentle guide of my soul, to whom I am committed. My poetic queen of sovereignty, true love and care, Like golden fields of wheat, flows her beautiful hair. Yet the wounded child, crying so tender and dear, Was still carrying trauma, loss and very much fear. The child, wounded yet divine, in its journey stuck, Found liberation with the girl at the ice cream truck.
