Faith

Never give up, no matter the pain, no matter the cost.

A harsh wind has taken up

Howling and wasting

Blowing in, from the darkest parts of my heart

A deathly gale, stripping away

Hope and desire, love and laughter

Leaving behind a ruined land

a desert waste, gray clouds always looming

Dry crack ground devoid of feeling

Where once stood monuments

My heart has crumbled into ash

My dreams, the weary traveler,

Who calls this hell his home,

Carries a staff to hold him high

A blanket to fight the cold of loneliness

And carries with him

A seed

The seed of hope.

For even in the dryest of lands

Where nothing has grown

The water of dreams coupled with this seed

The dedication of faith working the soil to a better life

Even the driest lands can take root

And forth will spring the lush forests

Of the love that never quit.

Reviews

[The White Wolf]

I really like how you moved from one stanza to the next, carrying along a piece of the old one, as one cohesive unit. It was choppy, and it worked so well with the idea, very much appreciated. Nice write!