. Poetry from The Great In-Between: The Voice of Dalon

Tuesday, June 7, 2022

The Voice of Dalon

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(A lone voice whispers)


Hey you


I know you're there

Silently watching and reading 


Did you know that the Broken Ones 


Those courageous souls whose numbers are so copious


Living amongst you anonymously


Those filled with unfathomable trauma or seemingly endless pain 


But endured intrepidly by simply surviving with tenacity  


Those who choose to hide it so well 


Through cleverly contrived acts of smiling and joking


So that it's never so obvious


From coarse strands of childhood heartbreak


Ranging from physiological and mental struggles to a lack of love or loneliness 


To wading knee-deep through blue rivers and oceans of grief and so many other raw emotions


Even though they can't sleep or even find relief

Due to all the internal mental explosions


Those beautiful scarred souls 


Who strive to celebrate their hard lives in any way they can 


By truly trying to find a means of self-expression


Living righteously and always trying to give more


Those heroic figures we in here call the Maltese Decrees


For as we watch


It seems those gloriously brave tainted spirits are always unconsciously


Pulled and attracted to other broken ones 


Always looking for kindred souls to uncover their hidden gates 


And to open them up to a new world of bright lights and life-changing experiences 


Using sacred love and compassion 


Empathy and understanding 


As some of their many holy keys of introspection 


We all in here know those sacred keys simply represent invisible God-given tokens 


Some of the Almighty's top degrees 


In the university of life for the broken 


But they don't


And it's so extraordinary to watch as they find new allies with such devotion 


Two strangers finally coming together after getting in touch


Knowing their old worn emotional gates


Must be willingly reopened and walked through 


So others can be let in for happiness to be harboured and clutched


As it creates a new safe haven where a three worded vow 


Could possibly be exchanged and spoken which they may need so much


To help purge new or old demons


Which must be conquered through acts of self erosion 


For by sharing an experience with that free thing called hope


With a new lover or friend


Your soul's chances of salvation or redemption


Could be enriched before you perish at your very end


Since through those acts of profound kindness 


By finding the courage to welcome someone into your inner sanctum and in turn 


Illuminating all your late-night prayers


You'll never need to kneel to pray


But instead eventually rise above all the labyrinths overrunning with sin


As they slowly appear each day 


For that's why the Broken


Just love the Broken


For behind all those silent lines 


Never spoken in any particular way


Lines hiding so carefully behind so many well-worn masks


Those that seem to know and be drawn to each other in the bustling crowds


Of life


Like moths to a flickering flame


Wherever they are


Maybe are always tasked to wander before Sister Love eventually appears


To hear the same tragic love poem of the Broken 


Before finding a true soulmate


Whilst living life and trying to walk towards Mother Fate and all she brings


Whilst their lifes bells still rings 


Getting forever wet but always stronger


In all its invisible rain called Emotional Pain


As they wait for a new light to shine 


As they play lifes many eternal games with no names

Designed by Good Old Father Time


Copyright John Duffy

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