Struggle, A Daily March

Struggle, A Daily March

A Poem by Chris Taylor
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A poem about the difficulties of a hard lived life

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Struggle, A Daily March

 

 

A Poem by Chris

 

 

March, march , I travel your parched wasteland

One step, one stumble and the drudgery continues day after day

Blisters, Boils and broken toes

The tattered shoes I bought let loose one  more stitch mile after mile

 

Water, my internal make up, where is your quench

The wastefulness of  my youth as I cleanse my mouth and spit

The world chokes it’s neighbors for your life-preserving drops

Now its essence ebbs from my pores

 

My soul’s direction is lost;  like pushing through the blizzard in a headwind

Each day’s purchase is toward a map that won’t lead me home

Struggle, failure, clawing and clenching teeth

Brow furrows but concentration is erased on Alzheimer’s cruel chalkboard

 

I drag the social chain;

Making sure others hear the clink each link makes

Some-days I skip; most days I plod forward a little

No one can help me; no one left a candle in the window

 

Who the hell am I; a slave to my regimen

Or am I victim of my own regime

Did the monster I created become self-aware

Did I not hide my flaws well enough

 

I paint my Carnivale mask with the color of everyman

Being careful to appeal to everyone; and no one is offended

My soapbox can no longer support my weight

And I fall down on top of my own principles skinning the knee of my hipocrisy

 

Just one more step towards the oasis of “Reborn”

Please God, not another mirage; not another visage of my own creation

Make my weary steps firm and bandage my feet

Give unto me a new map; a new direction

© 2011 Chris Taylor


Author's Note

Chris Taylor
This is an old poem. I have moved on from this place in my life but I felt now was a good time to share it.

God Bless You All!!!

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The last two stanzas in this piece are amazingly powerful and the pleading tone comes through so so completly i can almost hear the voice of the speaker. The requests in the final stanza are absolutley incredable, begging for an answer and simple direction. This is very well done. Absolutly inspirational. Thank you for sharing this, and i am glad to hear that you are no longer in this place!

Posted 13 Years Ago


life comes to us , life goes from us . perhaps its in the experence of how we live it.

Posted 13 Years Ago


"I press on...to the mark, of the High Calling of God." What privileged children we really are, Chris. Well constructed, well delivered journey. Do NOT lose that Map. We are the chosen few who know the heart of the Compass.
masqued^^

Posted 13 Years Ago


i loved this poem

Posted 13 Years Ago


Running on empty is when you are running home.

Posted 13 Years Ago


I like this poem. Remind me of the old Poets. You can't give up. We must go forward and leave the disappointment behind.
"Being careful to appeal to everyone; and no one is offended"
Thank you for the excellent poem.
Coyote

Posted 13 Years Ago


From a desolate place to an oasis, a remarkable journey captured in words. Very well crafted indeed!

Posted 13 Years Ago


Life's struggles, one we can all relate to. Nicely done. Emotional. Great write!

Posted 13 Years Ago


nice ! like the poem keep writing !:)

Posted 13 Years Ago


Very well said...struggles can be hard...you showd it well in this peom!! Another Great write...keeep it up!!!

Posted 13 Years Ago



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Chris Taylor
Chris Taylor

Sioux Falls, SD



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I am a writer, poet, musician of 30 years, husband, father and follower of the Most High God. I try to let my writing point the way back to a relationship with Jesus. When I am not writing I am probab.. more..

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