When the Going Gets Tough...(2003)

The glass that breaks, by none, my friend
Can ever be joined again
For, cracks remain, as scars persist
And these, no one can mend.

The waves that rise, cannot be tamed
By a child's desperate fist
Or the glare of a noonday sun
Be obscured by morning's mist.

The thunder peals cannot be quelled
At best, you shut your ears
The lightning flash still burns the tree
You see, though you don't hear.

On you walk, your cross seems hard
To bear, you fight your tears
You wear a mask, and smile to hide
From all, your hidden fears.

You call out loud " My God don't hide,
Or turn Your face away,
My prayers hear, some answers give,
My God, please light my way".

As a fly with broken wings
You thrash upon the ground;
Unsure of what you have to do
And lost- no helps' around.

When interminable the night does seem
And the day- eons away,
Blinded by time and unshed tears
Upon your feet you sway.

The fog envelopes you and now
Ahead you cannot see.
You know, a lot you have to do
'Yourself' you fail to be.

Off the sheer mountainface you fall
And yet, you dare to hope
You dare to mouth a prayer and look
Upward for a rope.

I ask You, God; do teach me this
How to smile and not to bend
Though all seems lost, just let me trust
That yes, this night shall end.
Copyright © | Year Posted 2010

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January 13, 2010 at 9:09 AM
this is an amazing and inspirational work of art, thankyou.
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January 13, 2010 at 7:00 AM
I enjoyed reading your poetry today Abitha. Please continue to share your writing with us. I wish you the best with life and your writing endeavors whatever they may be. Love, Carol
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