A Moment Walk

Lost in a sea of troubles, Ravaged by a tumultuous predicament, One door closes, The other door is standing in wait, I thought I was freed, Until the door opened and I saw what lay in wait, Every day I wrestle these assailants, Every day I combat these phantom strangers, My mind is taunted and tortured, It is tossed by tempest waves, I fight to bring it to land, I had chosen to be a recluse, Until I met a Sage, I went with him up a hill, He asked me to tell him what I saw, “I see a golden yellow ball sinking,” I said, “You’re right,” he asserted, “Do you know this same ball will fight to take its place at the dawn of the day,” he said, I paused and took a long stare at him, “It’s needed by many. Its heat keeps us warm. Its light keeps us from stumbling. That’s why it has to take its place,” I nodded, He continued, “My son so don’t give up in the fight for you’re needed much more than you think. You'll soon get through it.” Tears flowed down my eyes. May 22, 2022, Divine Intervention Poetry Contest.