To Return



Silent I await the dawn  
Lost, wisdom for my volition  
Only silence and acceptance  
in my mind do yet remain  
as the last steps on that new beginning  
when the finite fell away  
and silence sang  

Before I turned astray  
and asked, a little longer stay  
Amongst the fallen tarry
In this appealing disarray  

Pray this new journey not begin
again with so much pain   
To crush my heart and wash away
The barriers in my mind

Come Father

I remember

The pact you would not break
nor let your child forsake
how I wrestled to exhaustion
In that rainy night
Laid my head on stone to sleep
With hope not to awaken
And in the dawn no scar, no pain
Only memory of the failed rebellion
Childish vain

I remember what I told you
And I remember what you showed
I remember why I turned
That bond now long broken
I have tarried to exhaustion
Only longing to be home.

Can this memory suffice?
Need I fight to my submission
Crush again this heart to see?

The pact remains unbroken
Though new bonds have been awoken
Can you help me let them go?

Though older I am still a child
Inside

Open these eyes once more
Let me hear the music in the silence
And in the darkness
Let me see.

About this poem

This is the first poem I have ever shared publicly. I've written a fair bit. Polished almost none. This one I spent some time with. While I hope to receive feedback and critique, I also hope it resonates something with others. It's about a journey and experience from my youth and finding my way back to it now.

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Written on May 12, 2023

Submitted on May 12, 2023

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Scheme ABCDXEX EEFE XDEX GGBXXBDBD XXXBBX XBF BAX XX XCXF
Closest metre Iambic trimeter
Characters 1,181
Words 251
Stanzas 9
Stanza Lengths 7, 4, 4, 9, 6, 3, 3, 2, 4

Richard Wilson

I am not a poet, at least never by profession. I have written throughout my life to try to express my experiences, emotions, and the meaning I find in life, but never shared with more than one or two close friends. more…

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    Comments, and criticism, are very welcome.
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