~ Hope-Trip of a
Broken Heart ~
the one you love to a lonely tomorrow,
Nothing can be seen but a heart filled with deep sorrow.
Here in the early morning dawn, I stand so very alone,
Grasping at air for a sun that had so brightly shown.
To understand the shading clouds of distrust and fear
Is like pulling from my heart a long and jagged spear.
But pull I must, lest the dawn turn quickly to dusk.
For without the pulling, I may lose all my trust.
The day must and has to most assuredly arrive
When from the ashes I can see that I might survive,
When the dawn moves to mid-day and I can see the sun,
When among my friends I can have some semblance of fun.
So pull and struggle I most assuredly will
From this hole to come and climb my rugged hill.
For if bitterness is allowed to kindle within,
I will lose more and more of my friendship kin.
Doubts and fears, beat and cold every step of the way--
And several stand ready--energized--to cut and slay.
I hold onto the dawn with an ever increasing grip,
As on a weary road, so cruelly named The Hope-Trip.
For there's only one source of strength for my broken heart,
And with help from above and my tight grip, I will not part.
Through the dark clouds of my past I must set my scope,
Grasping, pulling, I must never--ever--lose sight of Hope.
Beyond all my many fears, I must unfurl my small sail,
Pushing through the waters--no matter if I feel so frail.
My confidence seems so thin so much of the time.
Yet a ray of hope does from the thunder clouds shine.
As a little boy with his father in a bright park,
A friend can help heal and rekindle a small spark.
And my heart does know that dawn will turn to bright mid-day,
As long as upon the path of friendship I do stay.
by M.G. Maness, April 1993
5th poem of 7 in my book PreciousHeart-BrokenHeart
with these and in order of appearance (click & see them):
1- What Kind of Wanderer
5- Hope-Trip of a Broken Heart
6- The Dirge
7- Beyond the Black Oak Wood Door
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