Tell us about a time when everything seemed to be going wrong — and then, suddenly, you knew it would be alright.
Dedication: To my father, who always wanted me to write a poem about him, which I kept refusing, saying I can write only depressing stuff. Here’s your poem:
I thought I liked silences.
I thought I liked being alone.
These days seem determined
To prove me quite wrong.
With lots of work to do,
I find myself unable to enjoy
The serenity of the place, and
Instead, concentrate only on
The all-enveloping loneliness.
Some days, it’s easy to be strong
And to put on a brave face and smile.
But what do you do on days, when
There’s no one to see you’ve tried?
Do you finally weep and cry, or keep
Holding on, hoping someone’s still watching?
After a day of feeling empty,
With my tears threatening to flow,
My phone suddenly rings, and when
I pick up, my father’s cheerful voice
Answers, shattering the silence,
Shattering the loneliness,
And letting me know I was loved.