Out through the
darkness I do stare
Though full of doubt
could I still dare
To conceive of a life
without despair
Relate to myself as
though I care
At times happiness
seems like a thread
Fragile and fleeting
replaced by dread
Have heard faith without
works is dead
Hope springs eternal or
so it’s said
The choice is mine I
need not suffer
Perhaps a kick from a
love that’s tougher
There are countless
souls who had it much rougher
A web of excuses served
as my buffer
Time spent wallowing
deep in remorse
Spent better charting a
new course?
Rather than fold the
hand - admit defeat
Perhaps start by
getting off my seat
Past hurts, defeats -
hope became faded
Anger, resigned,
outwardly jaded
Each ending signifies a
start
Will I begin anew -
with an open heart?
In quiet desperation I
lived life out
Alone deafened by the
silent shout
Victim belief became
devout
Pain prompts the
question–what’s
life about?
Process of inquiry had
then begun
Life twists and turns –
are wasted none
Taken less seriously - can
be seen as fun
I know I’ll be finished
- when I am done
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