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Michael S Davis Jun 2014
Challenges punctuate our lives with question marks.

We ask ourselves, “How long?” So we dream.
We wonder about each other. So we believe.
We concern ourselves with each other’s welfare. So we pray.

We doubt our wisdom. So we trust our hearts.
We second guess ourselves. So we act in faith.
We question our tomorrow. So we cherish the present.

We fear the question marks that have punctuated our lives.
So we build walls;
Walls to hide from our fear, walls to hide from our frustration,
And walls to hide from our feelings.
Let us never build walls that would cut us off from the world,
Or from each other.

Within the circle of our fellow strugglers,
Our thoughts are punctuated with fewer question marks,
And from time to time - a simple period.
Here with each other, it's not as difficult to wait for the answer.
And the walls don't seem as challenging to climb.

Whatever our question,
We can dare each other to dream.
And in this time of testing, we can hope for the answer,
An answer that will be different for every one of us.
An answer that punctuates each of our lives
With an exclamation point!

©2014 Michael S. Davis
I took the original A Punctuated Life and rewrote it after a friend, Susan, found that the first two verses resonated with her and shared those verses with our Vocational Rehabilitation group. This is for all those who struggle with disabilities and are seeking a way to be productive in the work force.
Amitav Radiance May 2014
You are a sailor
Drift way from the harbor
Pull up the anchor
That binds you down
Set sail towards the horizon
Take off the blindfold
And hoist the sail
Let the wind be your guide
Sun and the Moon your compass
Steering through uncharted waters
Sometimes calm weather
Or, inclement weather, rocking your ship
Tackling the deep waters with alacrity
Unfathomable depths, yet the ship sails
Cutting through the waters
The saline water, which is a part of you
Seagulls guide you towards the shore
Anchoring at the preferred destination
Every grain of sand cushions your feet
Welcoming you to the island of bliss
Cut off from the mainland
Yet, helping you connect with yourself
Now it’s time to unwind
And join the party after a successful voyage
Ready to set sail for another expedition
As a sailor, cruise till the end






© Amitav (Radiance)
NitaAnn May 2014
I am having a hard time taking care of myself.
I'm not eating, I'm cutting, I'm beating myself down.

I am having a hard time believing that I am worth anything to anyone.
The shame of the abuse and the weight of carrying secrets
is messing with my mind. It's distorting my thoughts.


I am having a hard time locating God's spirit in me right now.
How many challenges can I possibly face
before I crumble under the pressure?
I feel lost.


I am having a hard time wanting to keep going on this path.*
I'm tired. I want to rest.
The end of one story is the beginning of another.
Many obstacles and challenges have been overcome.
But the pursuit of happiness is far from over...
Because a whole new story has just begun!

A whole new story, as of now, unwritten...
With no words, no pictures, no tales to retell.
Whatever challenges and hardships await you in the future...
Only time will tell!
Based on Major Tarot Arcana XXI - The World
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© Jordan Dean "Mystery" Ezekude
Cuddle Bear Apr 2014
Not a poet of all things
But listen to this tale
Glisten to the joy it brings
Or just enjoy me fail

Made this for the girl I love
Her smile non can compare
She is all that I have
Yet she’s been in despair

For you see my fair lads
Life’s been quite unfair
Like a knife to the throat
And a jab to gloat

She lies in her nightmare
Her eyes in sorrow
With tears made by fear
Her spirit shattered and hollow

Scorched, tired and withered
She wishes to leave this place
For she has been tortured
Her happiness to embrace

This is the girl I love
She is all that I have
And all that I want

And If I could spare her pain
I’d be with her till the end of days
Whether suns turn to rain
And the moons reflect my bane

This is the girl I love and
I’ll be with her till the end of her pain
Ceryn Mar 2014
I was inspired by the many cynical minds
from yesterday and behind,
by countless events of outrage
that poisoned and amazed
the universe that once censured my kind.
But I am not backing down
for in the years to come, you'll see me rise
not away from everyone's judgmental eyes
but with fiery flash, I'll have to burn your pride
and jest the world with my old despicable style.
Pardon my style, but my words and emotions won't cease to rhyme.

— The End —