The hidden secret

I can tell you,

The pain continued on and on

And then within my head

I had a thought, I didn’t like

‘I wish that I was dead’

You see,

The pain was not for just an hour

Or even many days

But unremitting for several years

Unforgiving in its ways

One day,

I was given a distant view

Of angels, all in tears

Crying at my distress, trying to

Give comfort for my fears

But,

The pain continued on and on

And still within my head

That thought returned, very strong

‘I wish that I was dead’

Deliberately,

I thought of those I loved

Whom I could not betray

By leaving them to grieve

I must manage another day

But,

One day, I couldn’t stop crying

I’d used all resources that I knew

Nothing left to keep me going

Then, I was given a different view

Clearly,

I saw a shining light

It was hidden deep within

Held in two hands by a child

Then, I knew that I would win

So,

I searched and found the inner me

Who said ‘I wish that I was dead’

I showed her this vision from

The dark place in my head

Listen,

‘To find that little child at length

You were made to travel

Into the worst pain of this world

It’s knowledge to unravel’

Then,

I held the sad girl’s little hand

Quietly, together we talked

We had found the child, with her light

My pain eased as we walked

With joy,

The little girl who cried

And wished that she was dead

Finally knew the one she had lost

Had been alive, but hidden instead

I think

There is a moral to this story

Never give up, though dark the night

Keep courage, love and kindness

Let them lead you to your light

Copyright A Coatesworth 2012

from Kaleidoscope BOOK 2, available as paperback oreBook for Kindle