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I stand, bent, grizzled, wizened,
face to the gale and the onrushing waves
wondering
will this be the time
that I finally cave?
Do I still remember how
to confront the challenges that face me
or will my
memory falter
and prove my end to be?
How fierce the biting pellets,
Icy chips of frigid sea sting my face
(or are those
tears that scour my eyes?)
Whence comes this bitter place?
Beyond me, facing toward
land that seems desperately far away
my other
waits in winging hope
that I will save the day.
Give me strength to carry on
and do the things that must be done before
the cruel wind
and the waves destroy
us both forevermore.
Peace.
Copyright Malcolm Mott 2006
7 comments:
I have no doubt you will find the strength you need. We're much stronger than we believe ourselves to be, and you have many people praying for the two of you. You're an awesome writer. I'm just sorry that pain inspired such a poem.
HUGE hugs. I'm here for you - and your sweet Bonnie too.
Barb- http://journals.aol.com/barbpinion/ITSNOTABOUTLOVE-BUTSURVIVAL
Holy moly... And you said you couldn't write? Hauntingly beautiful hon'. ;) C. http://journals.aol.com/gdireneoe/thedailies
THIS is fabulous writing. I do believe you should seek to be published. Hugs,
Lisa
Wonderful poem! mark
I hope you find the strength to carry on.
Marti
This is just beautiful Mal. You have so much talent, feeling and expression.
So beautiful. :o) Love D
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