A few weeks left

What a journey it's been getting through school life with sm, I 've had lots of ups and downs, suffered obscure sorrows and triumphed over what my juvenile mind thought were the hardest inconceivable things possible. I got my license, got my card, got my own path now. Here's 2 poems I wrote for english that has really resonated with me, something special, for those special people who help set you on your path, your mentor, your brother, a sister, a friend -someone special who at the time of the seemingly derailed moment when your train runs off the tracks, they build new tracks ahead of you. Echoes of Silence

10 years, alone or lonely.

What memories posit my gap,

to stake, mend and bend me.

Where sweet friends were kidnapped,

to when the household slumbers.

I crawl to stance, eying my abductor.

In shadows cast by early light

my voice stays a captive cry

and silent screams haunt my life.

Years of whispers pass me by,

as i move unseen, a spectre frail,

bound by fear, that never pales.

Robbed of life by dissembling nature.

His words; a balm to soothe the pain.

His patience, his care, work to favour.

A lighthouse to my vain.

But in the quiet, thoughts strife

which tempts me to forsake my life.

Serpents in my garden feed.

I cage them and they bite me.

Can I master life at the least?

He has faith in me silently

to fight and find the strength to be

But I watch the dark moon rise,

which thrusts upon the new vice.

A fire snaps my thoughts,

burns my fuel, takes my pride.

A plague which rats my distraught

distorts my vision, and lowers my sight.

I open curtains to new dawns,

where winds blow cold and I’m forlorn.

Something grows that could

not bear the fight nor hide

and toddles to do of no good.

But he beckons and contrives

and his words shine into way.

“So trounce upon the day.”

When he reaches me in might,

his voice shadows mine.

My abductor muted with light

and my hero, a friend in mind.

And just as the sun falls away,

I live to see, see another way.

Echos to Silence

Summer arrives and dreams

come to birth, grass grown green,

vast woods of mischief, grow gleam.

Flowery grass, birds crowding in trees,

brings warmth to my skin.

So much that I grin.

I fly to stance, eying my abductor.

Things truly defaced can never

vanish from earth. His lustre

keeps my child’s delight, forever

in friendship, in mettlesome joy.

I salute his name, never devoid.

Who can be what you were?

You take clod, and turn

a child once spurred

to mischief, grown to learn

what lulls, and in the end; 

how words and tears can mend.

I scale back the dragon,

to find a way, a way

within grasp which slackens

fates chains to a fray.

At part, I enchant his might,

so then I must take flight.

Now I’ve something to give

to others lost, new maps

of meaning, the light to live.

Impervious as armour and axe,

I must live to serve others

As much as you, my brother.

Now as the stars begin to shine,

and darkness subsumes its embrace,

I feel your hand, so firm on mine,

in every memory, find grace.

From echoes past, to silence clear,

your spirit lives forever near.

I feel them now; my friends

I feel them now; my family

Until journey’s end

and for them valiantly:

“I’m not lonely or alone.

I have memories to grow.”