Grit

When cold waves crash against your starboard side,

And the darkness envelopes your soul;

Discouragement approaches like a cloud of locusts

And a good word seems foreign.

 

Though you swim in the pool of pestilence

And fear creeps in like a dusk driven shadow;

The sky will not rain, and the sand pricks your face

The sun bears down like a terrible burden.

 

Your enemies gather as vultures to prey

Their voices like a symphony of war

And Murphy holds true without fail, and

The song of your heart is in minor key.

 

Where does the love go?

Why do we open our hearts

Only to be broken?

This madness, this cruel madness.

 

Then, as sure as the dawn each day

Light finds us; from inside or out.

If you can endure and have faith

And dare to believe in tomorrow.

 

Steve

Copyright 2008

Reviews

[Aspiring Angel]

Hey sweetie, It is almost as if you were describing my life at the moment .... as always you have left me a ray of sunshine. Hey its almost Friday!!!! Have an extra cup of coffee for me. Hugs, Lesa

[[untitled]]

This is pure magic . . . a touch of pain and sadness . . . such as is with love, it seems.

Taking risks and never relenting in the belief that true love exists, is a poet's forever muse.

Magnificently portrayed within this poem.

A favorite.

[Maria Retz]

We have to dare to believe in tomorrow, or else today's sorrow become eternal in the moment.
Light will always find us, it always is with us - we just need to �pen our eyes to it, which can be hard when you feel surrounded by darkness

Nice poem, I like it

[kollaboratyve]

This is a very neat work. It get right to the heart of the matter. Continue to write down your thoughts,any time you have them. I sometimes awake out of the night and jot down ideas for poems and stories. Dreams are a good source of ideas. Keep writing!!