The Witness

In my life
I have witnessed
a great many things

I have witnessed
the evil hands
of violence
against the people I love

and the disapproving gaze
of beautiful strangers
at my own torn clothing
and foreign hued skin

I have witnessed
the bitter cold
of poverty
in winter

snuggled up
next to kerosene heaters

my toes
are still cold

I have witnessed
heartbreak
betrayal
and
the death of friends
and family

memories of shame
and loss
have wrapped themselves
around my heart

like a serpent

binding me
to a past
that I cannot escape

I have witnessed
defeat
time
and time
and time
again

but I
am still
alive.

because for all
the darkness
that has been
gifted
to me

I have witnessed
love

a force that shadows
make stronger

that shame
makes deeper

and that the past
cannot truly obscure

I have witnessed
my daughters’ eyes
where pain melts
into puddles
in which to splash

and radiant light
denies darkness
his own cloak

I have witnessed
love
found in lazy mornings

lounging in beds
of partners
who have shared
beautiful memories
of this journey

where honesty
healed
old wounds
with hot tea
and embraced laughter

that does not perish

I have witnessed
friendships
that have
saved me

from drowning
adrift
in the darkest waters
of my own storms

for you see

our darkness
gives us a reason
to stand together

you and I

here and now

forever and always

beautiful is the gift
that you might witness
a many
great things

you
are still
alive

we
are still
alive

to fight
to discover
to love

together

Published by John Onyx

A poet of the lost, the found, and the in-between. Iā€™m interested in collaborating with photographers, musicians, and videographers on larger projects. Feel free to email me at me@johnonyx.com if interested!

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