I have not put any more poems of mine up here except the title poem, but here’s another one from my journal on 12/2/07.
Hope seeps; hope keeps coming from somewhere.
Tired: tired drains it away,
And yet it comes again
and again
and again.
Breathing; breathing just enough in -
A trickle – enough for sustenance, enough for staying here, for standing
In the middle.
In the middle of sorrow; sorrow flows, and yet hope holds it at bay – a dam strong enough and yet seemingly weak.
Chandeliers crashing down around you, around me – damaging, smashing the beauty.
And yet there is beauty still
Beauty you can feel and not see.
Beauty you believe in.
Behind the curtain.
Just through the window.
In a different world.
And it’s enough.
Enough to live for.
Ariah Fine said,
February 18, 2008 at 1:27 pm
I like
zephaniah317 said,
February 21, 2008 at 9:27 pm
I’m envious. I’ve never been able to write lyrics or stuff like that. ‘Twould seem you have a knack for it.
Adam Smith said,
March 5, 2008 at 11:33 pm
I am not much for poetry, but you have a true God given gift!