You came to me t’night,
when I was in a cold,
Sadness floods my body.
Tears streamin’ down
my broken face.
I’m lookin’ out the window.
Up through the star’s
towards outer space.
Just waitin’ for the sign,
my eager heart so desperately
It’s been a couple of night’s now,
since his presence – I’ve been graced.
In the form of a shootin’ star.
Upon which I believe my Son travels.
As a testament – towards my faith.
I was about to give up.
I was feelin’ defeated,
broken, ‘n shattered.
I’d just shared the poem,
This Struggle Is So Real,
while feelin’ so mentally beat down,
Who really cares about MY pain?
My miserable mouth softly clattered.
Then I noticed your comment’s.
After the fourth – I was really flattered.
Then somethin’ caught my heart.
Not the fact that you’d commented
That wasn’t really – all that mattered.
What mattered, to me was;
The fact that you’d struck on a topic
from my book.
Which I took as a sign.
It’s a particular poem in which I’d like
to someday be defined.
Tonight, when you said: You’re Beautiful.
those words – helped to remind
me why I keep writing.
To give me peace of mind.