Don't Lose your way….
I hear your pain
I know how it feels inside
When the world outside
Seems to fade away
Please don't try
That's when you begin to slide
Into the world outside
Don't let it take you away
Don't close the door
Please don't say goodbye
Don't die inside
Don't lose your way
I remember when
When it could have been
The beautiful sky
And you could fly
Was it hard to tell
When I fell into that well
When I died inside
In that December sky
I am still here I sigh
But you know the reason why
I seemed on my way
Then I lost my way
Just remember I
Love you more then I
Lost that day
Don't lose you way
It will be ok
Well meet again someway
For the path is still true today
Please, don't lose your way
© Aug 22, 200611:51pmM. Emmett Townsend
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What you might be interested to find out is what conglomeration of things came together at 1150 pm to inspire me to write that...
In the past week or so we miscarried our latest pregnancy and we were healing from that and school for the kids had begun. Well I began yesterday morning with 3 sick children (first week of school so of course they catch something) and so I called out so I could help my wife with them mainly because we have one car and the kids have Asthma so I wanted to be close if they needed to go to DR or Hosp... because of course the night before our nebualizer died so no breathing treatments at home till a new one... The I spoke with Candida about the blessings and challenges she is experiencing in her life, sharing some sacred personal experiences I have had in my past that gave and still give me hope... then scurrying about to get the new nebualiser too 8 hours just to get the new prescription... then hurrying home to give then treatments because of course by this time the colds have aggravated the asthma...
Then finally they were all asleep in bead and my dear wife and I watched a movie I borrowed from the Library thinking it was a Steven King movie. "Insomnia" it turned out to be a murder mystery... my wife went to bed before it was done... in the movie the main detective turned out to have done some illegal things to insure a murder didn't get off... lots more happened... at the end he was bleeding and dying and another younger woman cop was going to toss out the evidence of his wrong doings (an additional one) that she had discovered and before he died he told her to stop and when asked why he said in a raspy last breath type of way, "Don't lose you way..." and it was electric and I jumped up even before the credits etc and began writing... that was the result it took (don't hate me) about 2 minutes.
It still needs work, some polishing but I always wait a day or so after an inspired writing to edit. And I almost never edit it at all while writing for fear of losing the inner voice.
SO the poem is me, are my children, my wife, my children and Candida and her husband and her children and all my worries about the world... and you my friends and you.
thank you for inspiring me
and for being friends