POEM 09

Sorrow like a giving up, took and washed me out. I was tired of uncertainty, I was sick of doubt..

I went about humming trying not to despair. Fate so bitter as it is will find you anywhere.

When did this take hold, in the midst of the night? Did it reach for my very soul and strangle hope’s bird of flight?

Whose child am I whose sorrows are born again in me? Where next will my weary feet fall? What secret corner holds my destiny?

In a stormy sea I stay adrift my sails are weather worn and smiling out to me, the shore where my misery was born.

Then just as sudden as all this weight was cast, a lightness on the wind of time whispered. “this too shall past.”

Then all the silver slant of rain, began to softly fall, it lost the chill of weariness of having no hope at all.

Sometimes a miracle will show its sweet, fierce head and take the woe that snatched at you and leave its joy instead.