How do I perceive the horizon?!: A poem 

Those were yesterdays 

I turned in my blinds like a clam 

and patiently waited for the stars to spin 

luminescent threads to carry me yonder 

into a realm of painlessness 

Did my hope spring from a divine promise 

that gave me all that determination with its kiss? 

That I could whistle whispers of solace 

from a brink bereft of sanity’s whist 

To hope that the sand is soft on the feet 

where the rough seas retreat 

But must I solemnly meet 

a today’s ferocious sleet 

take me with its teeth? 

Angst over that I have to be brave 

right up to my grave 

An unbearable pain is eating the guts of my foundation 

Fortitude’s engine is losing steam at this station 

The warrior feels broken from belied expectation 

The inclement shows no sign of dissipation 

Is succour no rope, but a straw? 

Can my future be only at war? 

I touch my resilience, and it turns to wounds that are raw 

I look at the horizon with askance, not awe