The Sculptor

by CJ Maleney   Jul 7, 2020

So standing here feeling lost, once again I fade away,
Everyone around me vanishes and I silently slip into grey.
Emotions swim round in circles they twist and turn and flood,
I stand here wondering why? I question for all of what I stood.

I know I've stood for honour, I know I have stood for friends,
I pledged my life to my country and for my Queen my knee did bend.
I've stood before the grace for God and I've yes I've also stood with pride,
But not one to forget my memories, I stood for the things inside.

I stood for the things that I thought just and for all that I hold true,
But today I stand for just one soul and my dear that soul is you.
When you arrive it will be beautiful and I hope you arrive with doves,
I hope you hear our prayers and wishes, floated on warm winds of love.

My life has tumbled along somewhat and I've struggled finding peace,
I've never truly felt completeness and I've never truly felt free.
But I guess I am more than I was destined, more than I ever hoped to be,
And only is this possible! because you helped creating me!

I was never born or drawn to riches and I never did seek fame,
More often like a lonely moth who just can't ignore the flame.
But despite fire or flame, or of knowing what is true,

All that I exist to be!

Is better for knowing you.


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  • 6 months ago

    by Milly Hayward

    Truly beautiful. A lovely read. Milly x

    • 6 months ago

      by CJ Maleney

      Didn't quite flow like I wanted Mills is just kinda spilled out.

      Glad you like though.

  • 6 months ago

    by Kitty Cat Lady

    Ah Craig. How totally lovely. A mix of defiance with a beautiful soft edge. Really lovely poem! :-) x

    • 6 months ago

      by CJ Maleney

      Thank you mad cat lady, I'm usual me style it kinda twists a bit but I got there in the end.

      Craig x