A poem for the New Year

In the depths of darkness only the tiniest

ray of light can either be felt or seen

Chilled to the bone, with frost biting hard

deep within every sinew, it becomes easier

somehow to concede to defeat, surrender.

 

Where does one even start to tell their story?

A journal of how it all got to be in this place?

That wouldn’t be easy for any of us

with so many twists and turns, diversions.

Key moments that we know brought us here.

 

Yet somehow we hang on, something drives

us on to search for light, even though running

on empty., dry, thirsty and parched of hope

Oh and faith, do you remember having faith?

Was it faith in ones self, our fellow man, God?

 

We just remember that it felt differently, not

like this, there was hope, anticipation, and

joy even. How did this reservoir become dry?

 

You now wait patiently for light to replace the gloom of darkness

For it to sweep in unexpectedly, like rivers of living water,

quenching the thirst for life, bringing in that hope, faith and

expectation that we all need to survive.