beacon of hope

I have gotten used to you

who appeared in my darkest hour

and became my beacon of hope

I wasn’t ready to give in

neither was I ready to give you up

but I guess I was built never to

to see any good child fatherless

or selfishly shade any good woman

away from the sun

when they deserve so much more

which is how we ended up elevated

under the spotlight of ridicule

.

I have gotten used to you

and with you in my arms

we hung on through all storms

fighting with the clouds till it

turns cotton white once more

but I guess I was built never to

be understood by the child

nor the selfishly good woman

of why living with both is better

than choosing either one

which is why you ended up agitated

under the spotlight of scorn

.

I have gotten used to you

but the beacon grew weaker

as you snuff me off your schedule

I wasn’t ready to give in

neither was I ready to give you up

but I guess I was built never to

father again another good child

or court again another good woman

then hiding them away from the sun

when I am convinced I deserve none

which is how I ended up dishevelled

away from the spotlight of it all..

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