STAND IN THE STORM...

Have you ever felt Shadow less,

Like the world is moving

And your life is on pause?

You know when your life feels like a program on Spanish TV?

You see the images and hear the sounds,

But nothing is getting through…

 Feeling commonly cast into the wind,

Blown hither and thither by fear and uncertainty…

By way of choices…by way of fate.

And you can’t find that resolve and fortitude,

So you stare gazingly,

Exit to that place

Hoping that you could escape out of this maze,

Make your stop

While the smoking mirrors fill you with despair & desolation.

As you give into the dark no longer seeking the light…

You are that parched soul that remains dry,

Unable to drink…

 In a state of unrest,

 Times of perplexity are upon you

Because your leaving this world is the only thought that comforts you…

You are tired of being that weeping,

Melancholy child is full of guile

Pervaded by thoughts of bad intentions

You gave up on trying to attain purity,

Looking for the real,

Positive & enduring value life offers.

 Your soul is SO mentally drained from life and its teachings

You are vocally unable to utter a sound,

Sometimes silence is the best answer.

 So you think why not just end it all?

Life is a mess,

And no one would miss you anyways…

You think of how easy it would be to step outside of yourself…

 Soothe that troubled soul,

So you can vanish with your pain.

 

But something inside tells you that

The last record of one's life

Is in accord with one's struggle, one's strife

 

So you think,

What will last record will be?

And something tells you that you should wait and see…

 

Because nothing is lost

Except illusions have their cost

So when life gets us down…

 You know you need to find a way to reverse things

Because you cannot create or destroy your form

And all you can do is stand in the storm…

©tgk

 

THIS POEM WAS WRITTEN FOR THOSE THAT THOUGHT OF ENDING THEIR LIFE...I'VE BEEN THERE BEFORE...