Hellervon's Journal

When I was a child,

I remember well . . .

This story I am about to tell.

It happened on a foggy night.

The fog was so deep, I couldn’t see a thing,

 Not even a street light.

I and my brother were at home alone,

Doing things that to our parent’s were unknown.

Hundreds of others had come before.

And left their mark, before they left the door.

Some of them never left.

Their spirits were here, and there.

Some folks thought they were everywhere.

A storm came up, that was the norm.

The lightning gave the night a new, eerie form.

My brother was afraid.  I tried to act brave.

To no avail.

It was like I was a ship, alone on a stormy sea

 With no sail.

Suddenly I heard a door squeak,

This was something which has made me seek.

For another home.

But to no avail,

You don’t give up a ship because theirs’s no wind in the sail!

This made me look above.

I prayed for guidance but none came.

This was a losing game.

Then faster than it had begun, the storm was over.

I go off my knees,

And knew I had to please my parents.

So it was back to the grind.

One more time.

I knew I had passed this one of life’s tests.

Now bring on the rest.