Tattered and torn, ragged and bent.
Emotionally worn and spent.
I ride this storm, this endless sea
Of deepest blue melancholy.
My vessel, shorn, an aging wreck,
I yet lead on from haunted deck
By a light in darkness seeming,****
Past all points of human deeming.
Yet from this Tempest of Dark Fate
Have I seen past this Mystic gate.
And from swirling seas of Despair
Can I see Truth awaits me there.
For Life is bold, for Love is warm
Shall I not drown amidst this storm,
But by very wings Hope flies on****
Shall I grace the New Horizon.
'Tis true you've sailed for too long on seas of misery,
you've know more than your share of the curses of destiny
Still your here and fighting, and your so much stronger than you know ...
hold on to the hope you have ...
while searching, for in time love will indeed show.
I'll hold your hand while you wait ... I'll not let you drown,
so many of us here care ... we'll not let you go down.
Storm clouds do eventually part and the sun will again shine,
I pray for you to grace those new horizons ...
and to know the love you do deserve ... I pray it to be divine.
beautiful poem M, perfect imagery...
ya made me work hard to see the light and hope...
but I know its always there in you.
take care kind poet.