My Rucksack

What do I carry In my rucksack There are things that sustained me And things that still bring me down It is difficult to unpack For to get to the good You may have to find your way through the bad Whose mere presence is sometimes enough But once infected again Your tolerance is challenged Will you submit to the darkness And let it beat you again in despair Or will you find strength In what was a hard time Have it pulled apart as it becomes part of you Conquering the darkness and going on. © Paul Warren Poetry