by Dolores Moore

Created on: August 11, 2008

The days all stretch ahead, with no
Promise of relief, no release.
Lost and alone, I could find peace
On that final, empty road.

Silence fills the void, no human sound
Attends me. Yet I can hear a voice.
Clear and true, an inner tiny noise
That signals me to just look around.

The order cannot be ignored or passed,
Issued with insistence - I obey.
I see what life has given me today,
What goodness lies just within my grasp.

To leave it all behind would be a sin.
To cease to understand that inner song.
By holding on, by righting what's gone wrong,
I won't give up, I'll fight and I will win!

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