Our weeping vocalizes
suffering and grief.
Our bitterness cries of
deep sorrow and anguish.
Our anger is a shout
of pent-up frustration.
Our hopelessness bellows
of dreams unfulfilled.
Our confusion speaks
of life out of control.
Our depression thunders
of surrender and retreat.
Our withdrawal chants
of a craving to vanish.
Our joylessness roars
of lack of enthusiasm.
Our hope is retrievable
via anticipation and belief.
Our spirit is battered
but we can keep it from being broken.
Our life is redeemable
solely reclaimable by self.
The future represents our
chance for positive major change.

by: Debbie M. Wilson

Read more of Debbie M. Wilson’s poetry at Debbie’s Place

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