(Back when I was a moody teenager, I used to write a lot of angst ridden poetry. A majority of it sucked, but I should look for them. I’m sure they would elicit a chuckle or two. Anyway, I’ve haven’t really written poetry since college, but I thought up this poem and decided to just go with it. Not my best writing, but that’s okay. God is mentioned, so if you have a deity phobia, read at your own discretion.)
I limped on a gravel road,
my feet were bruised and bleeding,
I searched for a bit of hope,
darkness, instead, greeted me.
My eyes were blurry from my tears,
no relief could be found.
I tasted the saltiness of my sorrow,
before each drop hit the ground.
“God, do you love me?
Where have You gone?
My hope is fading fast.
I no longer can hold on.”
My feet gave out
and the gravel bit my knees.
I closed my eyes
and wondered if He’d heard my pleas.
I laid on the gravel road;
my spirit was undone.
I waited for Death to take me,
while I whispered my regrets, one by one.
In the midst of the darkness,
a silver mist came from the east.
It circled my broken body
and my pain decreased.
From the mist came a voice,
gentle yet not tame.
“Courage, young one!
Brave heart!” it exclaimed.
Anger swelled within my heart.
“I can’t! I’ve had enough! I’m done!”
Before the mist vanished, the voice said,
“The road is long. Courage, you must go on!”
Though weary in body,
I knew I still possessed much fight.
Though it was a struggle,
once again, I was upright.
I still limp on that gravel road,
my feet bruised, but my steps more sure.
I’ve savored more than a bit of hope,
moving from darkness to light, I now can endure.