Poem: A Thing of Yellow

Dandelion Flowers

A Thing of Yellow

It is all I have.
Words.
Simple words,
struggling words,
words to bind my own wounds,
words that flail like a lost boy,
words that frame a world I never quite understand,
and a love beyond my expectations or deserving.

Just words,
a figment really,
made real by electronics and ink,
line drawings
for emotions
that only start out as mine,
but as soon as they exist,
become someone else’s
to claim
or curse
or add a new layer to the confusion.

That is not what I want of course.
I want to cry out.
to understand,
to feel, most of all, to feel

that which was taken from me
by those that purported to love
and never, really, knew how.

And so I write words to fill the empty spaces
in my soul. I release them like dandelion seeds
in a desire to make my whole dark life
a thing of yellow.

Author’s note

The picture is one of the few on this blog that is not mine. It is stock photography I used for a marketing project for a client.

Tom