Free verse № 141765
These Past Sixteen Months
You'd call it hell.
I choose to call it refining.
Loved ones around me die,
One after another,
Two of them very dear to me.
And then the next...
Suffers from a stroke
That affects his life forever.
Paralyzed,
Dreams shattered,
Soul depressed.
The list goes on.
One has a tumor,
Another cancer...
Terminally ill is how they define her.
Still further, an accident
That claims a life.
Nightmares, confusion and the like.
We've grown.
Flown out of their nest.
Distance separates us
In four continents.
Yet...
I choose to hold firm
No matter the cost,
To the only comfort
The one on the cross...
Unfathomable love
Ever quenching Spirit
Abiding presence!
I run my race
I stand my ground.
Tho' storm clouds blow o'er me,
I'm safe in His arms.
7 comments
And the archaic language is in relation to the archaic faith that has been tested over the centuries. I feel it fits the mood, though I'm willing to agree with the major consensus on this.
Thanks for your vote.
Title could be more fitting and just called 16 months.
I also think the four continents / one nest scenario could be milked more for poignancy.
You give me a lot of ideas from what i have read, the potential i can see but i find you could be gettin more from your writing if you second read or draft your work further.
As for the four continent verse.... it was part of the trying time I had to deal with... part of which was also due to the events mentioned in the verse before this.
On the whole, the whole description of this poem is about my distress and anxiety, one which I am able to handle through faith.
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