My life was a series of shattered horizons,
of broken wishes, of vanished dreams.
I strove, I worked
I tried to wend the purest way.
I saw around me successful men
but I was left behind.
I had enough ambition,
I lacked not the vital go:
it was because opportunities
passed me by. A crumbled life
my girlfriend would not share with me.
She left, not that I really cared,
but the vessel of vivacity
was completely empty, a useless world.
Could I end it quick? A primal urge?
I walked towards the high bridge
prepared to plunge into the inky blackness
that flow silently below.
The overcast skies boded rain.
Who cares? I'll get drenched
before I'll fall into the abyss.
But God had other plans.
A quirk of memory made me laugh,
remembering youthful days
when we worked hard on farms
and prayed for rain!
Ah that was hard but fun.
I was happy then.
The vast fields, the golden grain,
a peaceful stream, the wayside chapel.
Perhaps I should return
to early ties to my own home.
There's always hope there.
I dialled home on my cell phone.
A honey voice answered.
I wondered who she might be.
We talked and I heard her laugh.
Can one fall in love with a voice?
I was willing to try.
I laughed with her and turn back to hope.
Copyright © Victor Buhagiar | Year Posted 2018