Crack of Shine
The sky was dark and dreary
as I trudged along the path,
with vision dim and bleary,
under thunderclouds of wrath,
one foot before another,
plodding onward through despair,
yet knowing of no other
road to lead me anywhere.
With blackness fast descending,
though my journey incomplete,
the trail became unending,
and I gave up in defeat.
Surrendering my proneness
to stouthearted courage prove,
I foundered in aloneness,
too dispirited to move.
Every hope and dream was gone
as I lay me down supine,
having no will to go on…
Then I spied a crack of shine.
Light was streaming through the cleft
in a sort of golden haze.
The impression that it left
was of some illumined blaze
which had kept aflame within
midst my melancholy mood
and a mindless inner din
that begot disquietude.
The fissure in the shadow
letting in the rays of light
summoned forth an inner glow
which was hidden from my sight.
I stayed there lying prostrate
for what seemed eternity,
speculating on my fate
as to be or not to be.
At length I managed to rise,
unsteady but striving still.
For life goes on– great nature’s wise–
it can, it must, and it will.
Yes life goes on– the truth there lies–
it can, it must, and it will.
The vision that was present
has never lost its power.
What I saw plus what it meant
comes back in my darkest hour.
It reappears through thick and thin–
that crack of shine that dwells within…
It’s always there through thick and thin–
that crack of shine that dwells within…
~ Harley White
< November 2016 >
Copyright © Harley White | Year Posted 2016
Post Comments
Poetrysoup is an environment of encouragement and growth so only provide specific positive comments that indicate what you appreciate about the poem. Negative comments will result your account being banned.
Please
Login
to post a comment