Just another poem. How do I live? How do I carry on despite everything? Everything the world is throwing at me and everything of my own doing? This contains my answer…
DESPITE
I have hope
Despite it all
The folly of it does not escape me
I am not totally blind
To the world I see
Not yet
I cling with aching fingers to it
The irrationality of hope
The drumbeat gets louder
Beating relentlessly
Pound, pound, pound
I am not submitted
Nonetheless
Not just outside
But inside I am aware of my fault
They do it to me
I do it to myself
Another attack, another incursion
Another slip-up, another misstep
But I do not give in
Not yet
Instead I bow down
In the face of pain
Sorrow
Loss
Chaos
Everything the world throws out at me
Everything I throw at myself
I bow down
To the only One who can make something
Of this disorder
He is the Reason
Despite it all
I still have hope
