Determination: A poem 

I place my elbows on the windowsill 

and try to take succour in the pouring rain 

It is an effort that takes huge will 

after being shattered time and again 

If I spy the peep of the gods, 

will they call my name? 

Reminding me of the battles, evens and odds 

and the tribulations of the game 

I’ve had too many miscarriages of purpose 

corpses in the gardens of daily discourse 

The one I love is so disillusioningly host 

to my own destruction’s ghost 

And the one I hate is full of snares 

like the devil hijacking my wares 

I am a weary traveler between evil and deep 

and I have always paid for my keep 

But I can do battle despite the woes 

Courage fills me to the edges of my toes 

I have rendered watery fears to stone 

Determination fills me to the bone