sqouija

No blog in awhile so here's a little bit of my older writing.. finally going to be getting back to it soon.. Had a dreadful bout with writer's block but it seems to be clearing..

If that is right.. Where is the wrong?
I've faltered weak then clawed back strong..
The road's been cruel, harsh and long..
Through snares and snarls tarry on..
The night.. It laughs and sings my song..
Surrounding spite.. Still carry on..
Weary now.. No glimpse of dawn..
Back is broke.. muscles drawn..

So much wrong.. I reach for right..
No rest in sight.. just parching blight..
I reach and thirst for sweet respite..
Deprived it still.. By waves of fright..
Onward! Face the chilling night.
There brighter now I spy the light..
Dawn breaking through.. To my delight..

Expect no pity in your flight..
Despairing blindly.. The wrong.. The right..
Only can you wander.. Grasp and fight..
Embrace yourself.. then hold on tight..


It's supposed to be a poem about hope fyi.. it was just written under dreary circumstance.. Anyhow.. Have yourself a good day/night if you read this and BIG UPS..