Trudging along,
Suffering along,
Jagged rocks beneath my feet.
Pressing on
Forcing myself onward,
Grasping whatever solid rock
Lies beneath.
Calloused though my hands may be
They aid me should I stumble.
Trails of bloody footprints
Map out my path,
My past,
My pain.
Wounds deceive the sense of feeling;
The eyes of my heart
Guide me toward a light
Unseen by the eyes of my flesh.
Exhaustion overpowers
The will to continue.
It is when I lay broken
Hope is revealed to me,
Has been alongside me
All the while, I was unaware.
A tender hand
Extended in invitation-
I reach out
But cannot grasp...
I cry out, desperate;
Hope grasps me.
My strength is renewed;
Resuming the journey
I am not without Hope.
Steadying my steps
And clearing the path ahead,
Hope convinces me
The terrain is not
Insurmountable.
With the assistance of Hope
My wounds begin to heal,
My perception to sharpen.
It is then
I become aware:
Hope is not my only companion.
Caught off-guard;
By instinct, I straighten up,
No longer leaning on Hope,
But standing as best as I am able
By my own strength
As I evaluate
This presence emerging
From the shadows.
Hope stands quietly, respectfully;
My mind races with analysis.
Why am I only now aware
Of this Deception that's been lurking,
Shadowing me as I move forward,
Mocking me as I heal?
Disgusted, I turn to leave it,
Hope quietly walks alongside me.
Assured Deception is behind me,
I focus on the path ahead.
Pacing straight ahead,
Knowing I am gaining ground-
Hope was less a means to continue
And more a constant factor.
Scabs broke open;
Wounds refreshed foretold permanent scars
And as shadows set in
Deception of my eyes
Caused me to lose my footing.
On my hands and knees again
Desperately striving to crawl,
But drained of strength.
It seems Hope is gone;
I must have truly been
Walking only with Deception.
Closing my eyes,
Lowering my head,
I cease trying
To move from this spot,
To even bother avoiding
Surroundings hindering my progress,
Sabotaging my healing.
The eyes of my heart
Reveal in the silence of my reasoning
Hope is still yet by my side.
So consumed was my attention,
So narrowly focused,
I had failed to notice
Hope had always been there.
My body again broken
My flesh of no use,
Hope came nearer yet
And with my consent,
At my request,
For my own good,
Carried me.
Age 23
Suffering along,
Jagged rocks beneath my feet.
Pressing on
Forcing myself onward,
Grasping whatever solid rock
Lies beneath.
Calloused though my hands may be
They aid me should I stumble.
Trails of bloody footprints
Map out my path,
My past,
My pain.
Wounds deceive the sense of feeling;
The eyes of my heart
Guide me toward a light
Unseen by the eyes of my flesh.
Exhaustion overpowers
The will to continue.
It is when I lay broken
Hope is revealed to me,
Has been alongside me
All the while, I was unaware.
A tender hand
Extended in invitation-
I reach out
But cannot grasp...
I cry out, desperate;
Hope grasps me.
My strength is renewed;
Resuming the journey
I am not without Hope.
Steadying my steps
And clearing the path ahead,
Hope convinces me
The terrain is not
Insurmountable.
With the assistance of Hope
My wounds begin to heal,
My perception to sharpen.
It is then
I become aware:
Hope is not my only companion.
Caught off-guard;
By instinct, I straighten up,
No longer leaning on Hope,
But standing as best as I am able
By my own strength
As I evaluate
This presence emerging
From the shadows.
Hope stands quietly, respectfully;
My mind races with analysis.
Why am I only now aware
Of this Deception that's been lurking,
Shadowing me as I move forward,
Mocking me as I heal?
Disgusted, I turn to leave it,
Hope quietly walks alongside me.
Assured Deception is behind me,
I focus on the path ahead.
Pacing straight ahead,
Knowing I am gaining ground-
Hope was less a means to continue
And more a constant factor.
Scabs broke open;
Wounds refreshed foretold permanent scars
And as shadows set in
Deception of my eyes
Caused me to lose my footing.
On my hands and knees again
Desperately striving to crawl,
But drained of strength.
It seems Hope is gone;
I must have truly been
Walking only with Deception.
Closing my eyes,
Lowering my head,
I cease trying
To move from this spot,
To even bother avoiding
Surroundings hindering my progress,
Sabotaging my healing.
The eyes of my heart
Reveal in the silence of my reasoning
Hope is still yet by my side.
So consumed was my attention,
So narrowly focused,
I had failed to notice
Hope had always been there.
My body again broken
My flesh of no use,
Hope came nearer yet
And with my consent,
At my request,
For my own good,
Carried me.
Age 23