A Sequel To Pain
With certain issues to deal with,
I can't help but be sincere.
The way I perceive and remember
those times when I was in pain.
On the height of my affliction,
I was like a man with no sense of direction;
I walked by, looked around and thought of someone
Hardly could I get what I was looking for.
Perhaps, it might take a while as I come to recall,
To go within and be plunged into the mainstream;
To hold on time and keep pace with reason
where a good perspective becomes a guiding mirror.
I'm convinced though that life must go on,
amid some discomforts and frustrations;
The goal towards reconciliation
makes me believe that Hope can conquer them all.
Leafing through the pages where I've been to
there's one, singularly marked with precaution.
It's on the edge with deep heights and cliffs,
at the crossroads lie the struggles involved.
Copyright © Mark Escobar | Year Posted 2012
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