The tragic life of one Obi-wan Kenobi. How he made it through, I will never know...


My life was like a box of chocolates,

filled with mostly coconut.

The first I picked looked promising

only to reveal its inner source

of angry uncertainty.

The second one looked somewhat tasty

and I clung to it with passionate hope.

But then all hope was flung away

when my first love died that day.

The third I picked with trembling hands

How much, I wondered,

could a Power so great

hate one such as me

and grant me such a dismal fate?

I took a bite and winced in despair.

My hope was once more shredded

As my father fell before me

causing pain without compare.

I bit into what would be the last

as a promise to that man.

Knowing deep inside my heart

that the worst was yet to come.

Even so, I loved my son.

A light so bright

he would never fade

or so I thought,

until that day he looked at me

with yellow eyes

that held so much hate.

I hate you!

He would scream at me.

And my weary soul

finally fell

the last few measly feet.

My box of chocolates

knows not love

no matter how much I try and give.

Coconut is all that's there,

constantly returning me

to the life that I

was meant to live.

There's one more chocolate

in the corner.

It's been sitting there so long.

It's darker than the others were.

It can't possibly belong.

Against my better judgement

I reach forward with my doubt

And raise it with a weakened hand

To my unbelieving mouth.

The pain, the loss, the broken life

that I had led before

was given a merciful second chance.

My broken heart was mended

where it tore.

For this one tasted minty.

There was no deceiving white.

No shredded truths for me to grasp.

No darkness hidden from sight.

A grinning boy with a simple name.

Luke.

Deliverance in Light.


Finis.

"We must accept finite disappointment, but never lose infinite hope." ~ Martin Luther King, Jr.