Blessed be me
The day whizzed by like a mosquito on speed, rapidly hurtling towards a new victim.
The quiet night tore through me leaving an empty space inside, like someone stole the coffin lid.
Hiding beneath the covers of fact I’d encased upon my soul, I blamed an old perception for my new life’s goal.
I drank from the empty cup of dreams as I slipped under, fulfilling every old need I’d ever nailed to my own undignified cross.
I was blessed he told me as he took my hand. His head next to mine,
I could feel him clearly.
He laughed and not a little,
but the rolling Santa belly laugh of old friends and young hopes,
then he vanished.
I rested and I rose.
A new day with the ultimate smile.
An acknowledgement of me.
Copyright G.P Williamson 2014