By Diana Raab

before there was you
there was me lost

in a web of confusion
and uncertainty

receiving mixed messages
from other universes

as birds lingered
on barren doorsteps of the beyond.

Before you, hope whispered
in the distance

but my arms were too short
to touch its gentleness.

Before you, there were
no words spoken out loud

only poems scribbled
in marbled composition books.

Before you, turtles
moved backwards

and oceans waved quickly
to the sand.

Before you, time had no momentum
and ice cream cones broke from pressure.

Before you, I had far away looks
and deep grief in a web of love.

Before you, I had no answers
nor self-esteem,

But then you made your way
into my life, and sprinkled hope

on my every day and gave me
a reason to continue living.

 

About the Author

Diana Raab, MFA, PhD, is a poet, memoirist, blogger, speaker, and award-winning author of thirteen books. Her work has been published and anthologized world-wide. She blogs for Psychology Today, The Wisdom Daily, Thrive Global and is a guest blogger for many others. Her latest book is, An Imaginary Affair: Poems Whispered to Neruda (Finishing Line Press, 2022). Visit her at: dianaraab.com.