I wrote this piece some years ago, inspired by the art of Michael Cox, and someone ~Johnny~ who I loved many years ago.
Solitude by Michael Cox
I found this poem recently as I was going through my writings.
Learning of the death of dear Trey Pennington
Trey
this morning, knowing part of his struggles over the last few months, I gift this piece in memory of him. I wish he could have found his way through as the story tells in this poem.
My Solitude
Ever so quiet and peaceful
The moment at rest
In the comfort of my own space
But, alas the roars of past fears
The emotions they still evoke
The struggle to understand them
The desire to let them go
And then a special memory
Remembering love once
Then the heartbreaking sadness
When that love had to leave this world
The mind wanders
Visions like living dreams
Dreams, hopes, and desires
Yet to be fulfilled
Then from somewhere
There is the sound of music
A beautiful waterfall
A light shining through the darkness
The internal struggles are gone
A feeling of love fills me up
And flows through me
Like a waterfall
My heart feels the joy
The new landscape taking hold
The beginning of new growth
Breaking through the rocks
That once was my heart
Tears of joy fall softly
My Solitude time is over
I begin to take the steps
They lead to a beautiful beyond
Ann Marquette 