Trials and Triumphs
By Linrose
Testing, is this all that life does to me?Meandering around corners, I cautiously tread in minefields of tragedies, I cannot foresee;Yet, choices I make, hopefully lead me ahead;Molding this human clay towards growth,Life grasps me by the mind and squeezes ~Until all I imagined as true, I now loathe ~While life contrives new plots as it pleases.Am I to be at its mercy forever?Or will the silver tendrils of hope ~Reach me in the dark and help sever me from the depths of despair, to where I can cope;Finally, the gorge of doubt and bleakness closes ~Its surface scars not quite polished;Yet wounds that festered, now seem like roses ~With love’s sweet nectar, and thorns not yet abolished. Written November 10th, 1993 © on Oct 03 2001 04:29 PM PST 0 • 1
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"Testing, is this all that life does to me?Meandering around corners, I cautiously tread in minefields of tragedies, I cannot foresee;Yet, choices I make, hopefully lead me ahead;Molding this human clay towards growth,Life grasps me by the mind and squeezes ~Until all I imagined as true, I now loathe ~While life contrives new plots as it pleases.Am I to be at its mercy forever?Or will the silver tendrils of hope ~Reach me in the dark and help sever me from the depths of despair, to where I can cope;Finally, the gorge of doubt and bleakness closes ~Its surface scars not quite polished;Yet wounds that festered, now seem like roses ~With love’s sweet nectar, and thorns not yet abolished...."