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One night i had a dream
i dreamt i was walking all alone,
the road witch i was traveling
was pieced together with little stones.
I noticed that some of the stones were broken
while others were firmly held in place,
then there were a few that was not quite over turned
those were the stones i feared i would soon have to face.
At the beginning of my journey
i sensed my feelings stirring inside,
like guilt ,shame and heartache
and other feelings i despise.
Because when i looked at the road before me
mostly wondering where it goes,
that's when i remembered the road behind me
the road i wished i never chose.
It's the memories of my past
that remind me every day,
that somewhere along lifes journey
i missed a step along the way.
I decided to take a step forward
it was time i finally faced my fears,
no matter what stood before me
i knew i'd shed at least a few more tears.
But at the very first stone that i stepped on
i caught a movement off to my right,
when i turned my head i was face to face
with what's know as my arrogant foolish pride.
Pride has always been my down fall
it's caused me a great deal of pain,
every time i listen to it
i find i lose and never gain.
For selfish reasons i took a step back word
that's when i noticed the stone was gone,
i knew right away by turning back
that something was terribly wrong.
So i looked around for courage
mostly to help me move ahead,
but i found that courage was no longer with me
as like my spirit it was almost dead.
That when i relied on childhood memories
and the things that helped me rise above,
they are three of Gods greatest gifts
their names are faith, hope and love.
For dear life i hung on to faith
in hopes i could make it through,
if not only for the ones i love
but also for myself of whom i'm starting to love to.
As i was approaching the end of my journey
i looked back over each and every stone,
i fully began to realize
all the reasons i have grown.
For every stone that i saw was broken
i was reminded of a place that i had been,
and for the stones that were firmly held in place
i noticed they were people there to help me start again.
As for the stones that were not quite overturned?
I now know they represent the fears i face each and every day,
but as long as i swallow my pride in steady stride
i see how others can help me find my way.
One night i had a dream
i thought i was all alone,
now i know other were there beside me
laying down each stepping stone