YOU.

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I came across a treasure chest, but it was not money I found within.

Instead there was a woman’s face, with a broad, welcoming grin.

Bemused I asked and enquired of her why she lay with such a smile,

And this is what she told to me while I stood, waiting for a while.


 

“I will encourage and comfort you along life’s meandering path.

I will be there when you cry, and I’ll be there when you laugh.

I will be your guardian angel on that you can depend.

I will be beside you from this day until your very end.

Some days you will question my loyalty, and also my intent,

But never will you find a reason for this day to lament.

Now close the lid and depart from me, go do what a man must do.

But before you leave you must promise me; to always believe in you!”


 

Some days my belief did falter, and doubt in my mind loomed large.

But in the back of my mind I remembered, that in MY life I am the one in charge.

If you have not found such benevolence, 

Nor come across such luck along your way,

Then please read my closing verse,

And take heed of the words I say.


 

Not always will you come across such a chest, 

And not always will her words be strictly true.

But always remember one thing my friend, 

There is NO ONE in this life as valuable as YOU!

 

© 2014, Danny Kemp. All rights reserved.

 


 

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About Danny Kemp

I was at work one sunny November day in 2006, stopped at a red traffic light when a van, driven incompetently, smashed into me. I was taken to St Thomas' Hospital and kept in for a while, but it was not only the physical injuries that I suffered from; it was also mental ones. I had lost confidence in myself let alone those around me. The experts said that I had post-traumatic stress disorder, which I thought only the military or emergency personnel suffered from. On good days, I attempted to go to work, sometimes I even made it through Blackwell Tunnel only to hear, or see, something that made me jump out of my skin and that's when the anxiety attacks would start. I told my wife that I was okay and going regularly, but I wasn't. I could not cope with life and thought about ending it. Somehow or other with the help of my wife and medical professionals, I managed to survive and ever so slowly rebuild my self-esteem. It took almost four years to fully recover, but it was during those dark depressive days that I began to write. My very first story, Look Both Ways, Then Look Behind, found a literary agent but not a publisher. He told me that I had a talent, raw, but nevertheless, it was there. His advice was to write another story and that I'm delighted to say, I did. The success of that debut novel, The Desolate Garden, was down to sheer hard work, luck, and of course, meeting a film producer.
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