Worry
I wrote this poem for Charlie Kirk, a flawed and estranged human being. He said many things I disagreed with, said things people about gun violence, lgbtq and racist things that others condemn him for (I understand and also disagree with these statements). I was very against a lot of his stances. I, however, know he was unwavering in his faith to God, Jesus Christ, and that he wanted to be remembered for only this if he died. So, I’m writing this in his wife’s perspective. My heart is so very open for this and I hope no one takes offense. I don’t hate anyone, it hurt me to know of his death, even if he was not perfect.
By Melissa IngoldsbyPublished about a year ago • 1 min read
A worry in your eyes fell like fall leaves
My dreams as high as seraphs lost their flight
As dust, shadows form around me, dark grieves
Yet wrapped me softly, mother’s arms of night
Leaving Moses to the wolves, clouds to Cain
Dark and light mix into slumber that I knew
The worry I felt fell like sudden rain
How could I not hold you longer, eschew
From collective memory, the soft dark
That creases worry, halos bite, still true
Flames that won’t burn within a God-like harp
His heart is the lily bound against my hue
I feel verse fall in dark and light storm rhyme,
Thunder of hate, your heart is God’s and mine.
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