M&H v. TW

Hope is such a fragile thing, really. I like to give it a fiercer nature. So I call it a soldier, and write it a poem, or even an anthem **Pic is from the very visually stimulating movie, "Ink"

It's the thing in my chest
That rattles when it sees the challenge,
Falters when it knows the end is near,
But whispers when I've fallen:
"It's not the worst; that's still to come."

It's a soldier when I need it.
The prayer in every breath I hold.
It reminds me that
  walking is the same as running,
      with less chance to trip.

It tells me that Doubt is the preacher
From the enemy's camp--that's Fear.
And if I listen to his chorus,
It's poison he'll put in my heart,
And a song I won't stop singing,
 i can't i can't i can't i can't i can't i can't i can't i can't i can't
Till I've no voice left to give.

It warns me that the worst is always coming.
That I have to be smart, to be strong.
There's always an enemy bigger,
Always another straw, leak, bridge, frying pan, fire, rock and hard place
There's no rest for the weary,
   Or road paved with whatever's better
       than "good intentions"
There's only me and the soldier,
Me and Hope against The World

Reviews

[Atlanta Carter]

You're back! It's a shame that this place is so quiet that no one reviews its best poet. This is different than your old writing, more gritty (I hate that phrase), and more worldly. You have less color and metaphor, yet what makes this special is its emotion - it's more vibrant, and perhaps less sepia-toned, not necessarily better, just different.

Now it may be my turn to take a hiatus ...