I’ve walked through darkness and the light
forced to steer down unknown paths…
no map or compass point to guide,
no stars visible at night;
no angels here to walk beside me.
This life is constantly recast
transposed by circumstance unplanned.
We micro-shift to stay the course,
hope left dangling beyond grasp;
journeying on endless plight…
“You get no more than you can stand,”
what fool created such a quote?
”Make lemonade” “Stiff upper lip”
We skirt the borders of the damned…
just struggling to stay afloat.
Now juggling this unsought load
for days on days without relief;
…threatening to take us down
until we’re ready to implode.
Bent and broken, yet we cling
to one small voice that will not leave:
the one that whispers, “You’ll survive…”
—that shaft of light upon rise—
praying not to be deceived,
bent and broken by more lies.
Ever-questing for the truth;
some inner strength on which to draw,
a rope to pull us from the depths,
to keep the devil from his due
Reaching for a second wind,
another sigh…begin again.
© Ginny Brannan 2015