Battlefield

"The smallest seed of faith is better than the largest fruit of happiness." - Thoreau

I always knew it would come.

Don't ask me how I knew.

I just knew.

Deep inside.

I didn't expect it to be so strong and devastating.

Shaking to the very core.

Rocking my world.

I had paid a price.

Went all in.

Made an investment.

Took my chance.

Built a foundation.

Not knowing how sturdy it was.

If it could stand when it came.

Two years ago, with nothing but a backpack.

I laid down under a tree in a churchyard.

It was about a week before Christmas.

It hadn't snowed yet but the ground was cold, hard and frozen.

It was dark.

It was over.

I closed my eyes.

I couldn't sleep.

Couldn't get comfortable.

Too frigid and formidable.

Too grim.

Too damned hopeless.

I got up and started walking.

Moving from doorway to doorway of any building that had heat.

Being careful not to stay too long for fear of drawing attention.

I made it through that night.

Longest of my life.

When morning finally came, I could see.

The warmth and light that I needed had always been ...

... inside of me ...

Author's Note

"The mason asks but a narrow shelf to spring his brick from; man requires only an infinitely narrower one to spring his arch of faith from." - Thoreau

Reviews

[Amanda Trerotola]

I can definitely feel your struggle in this poem. Well written!

PS: How do you change photos on each poem you write?

[Pete]

thanks Amanda.

when you add a write, go down to where it says Image and click on Choose File. then you can select an image file on your computer.

[sette]

a poem of reflecting a hard journey and realizing later on that the hope emanates from the inside.. it is one motivational poem and i like the way you write with the smooth flow of words.

[Pete]

amen. thank you sette! ... :)