I can remember having journals full of poems - nothing on the level of Maya or Langston, but they were my thoughts. And I knew exactly what they meant and what situation or event they were tied to.
In honor of National Poetry Month, I thought that I would share one of my favorites.
This is Lost Souls from Letters to Langston: A Poetic Journal
Have
you ever met a “Man”? I mean a real man - except he wasn't your
man?
Have you witnessed the magic
in passing of commanded attention that could only be the result of a “Man’s”
presence?
I
think my soul mate was Tupac, Heath Ledger, Jimmy Hendrix or another one of
those lost souls that never quite made it to me.
Plagued by a passion to
create just like me, destined to stand out just like me.
But tormented by
what’s missing, just like me.
Not trying to hit rock bottom covered with
ashes to ashes and dust to dust, but missing the connection to me.
Tired of
waiting…feeling like I must have missed the him that is for me…maybe in the
wrong place at the wrong time.
Or caught up in the wrong charm or the wrong
arms when he came looking for me.
Dreaming
bits and pieces of his identity, but still praying for his existence, missing
someone I’ve never met having to end all my hopes with the word “yet”.
Loving God for all that He is, but real enough to admit I want a physical
partner on this walk.
Situation
simply complicated - spiritually physical but supposedly continually being
resolved.
He is on his way…but if I missed the first delivery will we
cross paths again in this realm?
I’m convinced it must have been Tupac,
Heath Ledger, Jimmy Hendrix or another one of those lost souls that never quite
made it to me.
The warm presence of where he should be in my life is
unforgettable as the passion, the fire of my hope that he finds me slowly
dims.
We are confined to the freedom of the wind only to encounter each
other unknowingly in passing.