Nov. '03
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In days past I have found Only torture in my lack of care. What treasures lay around That I miss in my despair? If light truly abides in darkness, Why is it that darkness seems to rule? Why does my life lack fondness, Why must it be so cruel? Day by day dawn finds me Wallowing in doubt, No wall is high to hide me, Evil’s pursuit is stout. Yet in my life is someone pure. Could she help me finish the fight? Maybe this innocent soul is the cure To the long, cold night. She leads me to a truth that truly, Truly I have never known, She wishes I spend thoughts duly, And let Someone soften my heart of stone. Now my time’s spent pondering this, As she sleeps peacefully on the grass, Perhaps no longer will I miss My chance until the last. Light is invading my darkness. My sin no longer may hide. In shines a being still honest, To whom I may confide. It is done, I am saved. I’ve seen Him who alone can heal. I owe it all to this little maid. You can make a difference too, it is real. |
This was my very first poem--so cut me some slack. I originally was going to draw a picture instead. It was going to be a man, in shackles, with a hand of light reaching towards him and a hand of darkness tugging him--light surrounding the first hand, flames and blackness the second. There were a few other things I was going to do, as well as dark clouds in the background--but I can't remember it all anymore. I gave up and just decided to attempt writing a poem when I realized that my idea was far beyond my Photoshop skills.