In this poem I’ve personified ‘Life’ as a stranger speaking to me…
I Am a Strange Stranger:
Am I strange because I’m a stranger?
Or because I’m not a normal exchanger
Of weird uniqueness?
Is it the look in my eye;
Or the song in my sigh;
That makes you recoil and avoid the toil
Of understanding a stranger?
Although…it is quite intriguing for me; to love a stranger I cannot see –
But it is the risk we take;
The promise we make;
And the fear we break; to show:
That as strange as I am you may get to know;
A stranger is a relationship that you didn’t grow.
“Come take my hand; take a chance,
An odd occasion for you to enhance
The beauty of your dreams;
For a stranger is imagination bursting at the seams.”
“Which other stranger can fulfill your life with such variance?
To offer the splendor of a new-new experience?”
“Strangely, we can live a happy life of trust –
Before returning to ashes and returning to dust.
Courage is a fear you’ve already accepted;
And by taking my hand I know you’ve rejected
The guiding journey of the map,
For a story you’d be more delighted to regale and to recap.”
I do thank you for your loving nature;
For the time we’ve shared,
And when you cared enough to give ‘belief’.
So, with the tatters of my life re-sewn
I’d dare to venture in the unknown – with you:
Broad and above is the uncharted reaches of your love,
And were it not for your love; I would dare to endanger,
This love I call ‘Life’ –
But Life is a stranger…
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