From trust in self
To pain and woe
Unsteady health
Come base below
What held to bare
Misfortune grand
Now sorrow’s flare
To guide my hand
And by it’s shine
The scene revealed
This war of mine
No more concealed
A mountain made
Of former slopes
By my own hand
To halt my hopes
Yet strength in tears
I feel arise
And gather them
To face demise
As up I scale
The mountain grows
Against my feet
A river flows
It is a task
That I can’t master
The water crashing
Ever faster
A taste of salt
As I concede
I let it fall
The tide impede
And though before
It weighed me down
Made heavy feet
It turns around
To aid my step
Stand in my stead
I focus on
The way ahead
In clarity
I now may know
Where truly I
Will have to go
Though mountain grew
peaks turning white
It slows to stop
Dawn bursts from night
And in the rain
Of darkest days
I stand to gain
My lightest ways
From seeds of
melancholies dear
My greatest strength
A single tear
Wow, I am flashed by the words that make a river flow in me.
It makes me greatful for all my tears ever shed and all the words that i read! <3
🦋
oh. wow.
So dense. I feel like I will find something new in the poem all the next times I’ll read it.
I am wondering: “This war of mine /No more concealed” No more concealed to whom? To yourself, others, or both?
and I loveeee:
“And in the rain
Of darkest days
I stand to gain
My lightest ways”
Thank you for sharing this poem <3
I had intended for “this war of mine” to no longer be concealed to myself – but I like both as well.
Thank you for the kind words! <3