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.
