My strength is fading away,
my will waning each day,
while I long for peace of mind.
Time is wasting, the precious seconds ticking,
and I feel like I can no longer go on.
I hope for success, each day I pray
that maybe one day I will find me to be true.
I make no progress, screams my inner self,
from the depths of my psyche, it discourages me.
In despair and distraught, these streams of
confusion and pain flow, river-like down my head.
For a brief second again, I give up in disdain
but deluged with endless suffering
lies a speck of hope, pushing me on.

It unravels itself and begins to unfold,
I wipe those streams and recover my will,
with a deep breath, I regain my strength and stand.
I feel that speck shining through me
and I grin, regardless of the gripping,
eternal pain within.
~Jory T. James