Layers deep
To promising light
From a ledge of darkness
Valleys and passes
Stand between
Despair and possibility
Tag: despair
Rocky ~ Pic and a Word Challenge #292
I arrive at the end
Of a rocky path
Where a beacon indicates
A vast unknown
Beneath a misty guile
But a light of no small promise
Beckons from a distance
My faith tells me
Is surmountable
Perhaps it will be a smooth sail
On a quiet sea
Or a road no less arduous
Than the sharp-stoned path
Which bloodied my feet
Since many miles ago
No matter
The destination seems bright
And beautiful enough
While I have covered greater distances
With less hope
And no small despair
Confinement
Bound
In heart and spirit
In heart and spirit
Lost
On a forkless path
Stop
Look for a door
A ladder, a rope
Turn
Seek another path
Upon retraced steps
Wait
For alternatives
To appear
Move
Follow the instinct
Which began this path
Despair
There is no despair
Only tenacity
Visualizing
I swim down
Deep into the reservoir
Of the pain and suffering
That is my despair
Find the glimmer of hope
Release it from the bottom
Cradling it in my arms
As I rise back to the surface
Breathe deeply in the fragrant air
Pull myself up onto the solid shore
Basking in the sun’s warmth
While pain and suffering drains away
Despair releases from my being
While hope swells in my heart
Deep into the reservoir
Of the pain and suffering
That is my despair
Find the glimmer of hope
Release it from the bottom
Cradling it in my arms
As I rise back to the surface
Breathe deeply in the fragrant air
Pull myself up onto the solid shore
Basking in the sun’s warmth
While pain and suffering drains away
Despair releases from my being
While hope swells in my heart
Too Late and Far Too Much
It tastes like despair
The air
Like defeat and despair
The charged atmosphere
Alive after the months
Of dead, dry heat
The air
Like defeat and despair
The charged atmosphere
Alive after the months
Of dead, dry heat
Thunder rolls
Across the parchment plains
Rain is coming
Too late
And far too much
What little soil remains
After wind storms
And dust clouds
Carried the best of it
Off to the East
Will wash away
Rivulets cutting small canyons
Deep into the earth
Storms
The sea and sky
In boiling churn
Salt foam dashed
Upon the rocks
Tumbling clouds
A sullen bruise
In boiling churn
Salt foam dashed
Upon the rocks
Tumbling clouds
A sullen bruise
And I
Perturbed by
Surly wind
Stand upon
This blackened shore
Witness to
Such vicious storm
Attest to irony
As anger seeps
Drawn from me
In receding waves
While despair
My unhappy lot
Whisked from me
By driven air
To mingle with
The passing cloud
The Cool, Calm Light
In a darkened corner of my being
I discovered a cool, calm place
Protected from the heat of existence
I discovered a cool, calm place
Protected from the heat of existence
That raging inferno
Of events
And despair
Perhaps the cool, calm place
Discovered me
I don’t know
The barest wisp of colour
Even on the grayest days
The barest wisp of colour
Provides beauty enough to
The barest wisp of colour
Provides beauty enough to
Breathe life into my spirit
Bring warmth into my heart
Displace despair with optimism
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