The Lighthouse - Repost

This, again, has come to mean so much to me.

I just wanted to share.


Come with me, if you will, and tour the lighthouse in my mind.
A testament of solace, escape and safety there we'll find.
The lantern atop shines bright where the darkest of darkness falls.
She draws the lost and weathered alike. They rest within her halls.

This unique structure, forged from necessity so many years ago,
Now shines her light and reflects with it many images of lost souls.
These victims of circumstance came to her battered and storm-worn
She gave them shelter and respite; safety to mend that which was torn.

These children of fate found comfort from which they wanted not to depart.
The lighthouse was created to bring the lost safety within its heart.
Soon then its interior was restructured to accomodate it's broken guests.
Walls were erected to form rooms offering places to hide, play or rest.

Each occupant has its own view to watch for the return of the storm.
The rage that brought them there; the one that caused them such harm.
They hide in their rooms, seeing only the views from their safe portals.
Time to time, they visit with each other deep within the interior halls.

Some never plan to leave the comfort and safety they have found.
They fear the outside world, where never again they plan to bound.
Others carefully plan a venture in the world they still long to know.
They sneak out at the perfect time, their seeds they need to sow.

Despite their journeys on cruel seas that brought them to this place,
They lived to tell their stories of the terrors they could not face.
So, as you walk with me and enter into this lighthouse so rare.
Know that the fragile live within. Please handle them with care.

(((((((((( kimmydawn ))))))))))))

You have just reminded me of when I first joined here and you had a lighthouse picture in your sig. It inspired me at the time and made me feel safe. And your poetry here shows such understanding, thank you so much for sharing.

(((((((((((((((( pegasus ))))))))))))))))))

We all have our ports in the storm. That's one reason we are as we are.

Sometimes it's easy to lose track to the port, or even know it's still there...but it is.

I do understand, that's for sure. My roots run deep in that understanding.

A trip, isn't it?

KD

(((((((((((((((((((((((((((KD))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))) That is awesome.

BB

(((((Kimmydawn)))))

I do like what you've written, beauty and truth explaining creatively what so many of us have done in one way or another.

What haunts me in the poem is the part that talks about the ones who find refuge in the lighthouse and NEVER plan to ever go back out into the world that treated them so badly. I know I have parts of me that fear the world outside of my home and outside my system of parts. I feel afraid to go and just as afraid to stay. My mom chose agoraphobia and I watched it narrow her life to a tiny circle. I don't want to choose her way and yet it pulls at me to stay home and stay safe.

When does that home stop being a sanctuary and become a cell?

I so want to come to a place in life where I am at peace with myself.

Thanks for sharing your writing!

Leslieann and the Pixies

(((((((((((((((((((((KD))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))

beautiful writing, awesome like you ..... hugs and care ....Jinxoxoxo