This poem is a guest submission to my blog. It was written by an old high school friend who, almost nine years ago, had a freak, totally sober accident with a patio door that, when it broke, nearly severed his arm. He almost bled to death in front of his family. How completely scary that at any moment, anything could happen to any of us. Al explained to me that he had to learn to write with his other hand. He said the body is an amazing machine. Don’t I know it, Al. Our bodies do so much for us and walk us on this Earth. Al said he didn’t start writing poetry because of the accident, but, that his poetry became much deeper and intuitive because of it. Here’s his poem.
A Poem By: Allan Edward (Po Po) Kinsella
S E A R C H I N G – H I D I N G B E H I N D O F M Y S E L F
As I stand all alone at the window
In search for what I cannot see
I wonder to what might show
Some of you or all about me.
I often will hide what I’m thinking
Or disguise it with something else
When in reality it is simple
I’m hiding behind of myself.
The sun and the moon I do turn too
For answers I simply can’t find
The thoughts and tears of a lifetime
Once left in a time way behind.
I realize the answers not out there
Not found in the moments gone by
To find them I need to stop searching
And look in the mirror inside.
So, lately, I was looking through some old yearbooks and came across this adorable picture of Al. An old friend from high school in a place three provinces away. I always liked Al. Everyone likes Al. Such an easy going, nice person. Because I reached out to him, due to this picture, he is now going to bring out his poetry to be read by others.
You GO Al!
Leave a comment about your near death experience (or one from someone close to you). Did it change you? Did you learn something? Tell me…I love it!