A Pondersome Poem
~ by Sherrie Robins ~
There is a path that I must choose,
Sometimes it isn’t win or lose,
A spider’s web I must walk through,
Shoulder’s back, I’m pressing to
Reach the other side of grief,
Of loss or sorrow,
Prolonged or brief.
A muddled brain
Wipe clean the slate,
I must press on,
Not always sure of right or wrong,
But love remaining true and strong,
It pulls us to where we belong,
Past sorrow’s downward gait.
I keep my eyes on forward prize,
Not warm distractions here,
Of comforts by the fireside,
Or giving in to fear.
No, I must choose for betterment,
For myself, and others too,
If I but keep my shoulder’s back,
I know I can press through.
And then, at darkest moments when,
I’m empty, can’t press forward then,
I look to you, my kindest friend,
To hold me, as you do.
For you know well of what you speak,
Of love’s great cost, and no retreat,
You know me well, Achilles’s heal
No stranger to your eyes.
It may not be of right or wrong,
But only love, it’s own sweet song,
That pulls me to where I belong,
The truth unveiled, my friend.