"destraught" poems
Mother's weakness is all too high,
leaving her wallet almost dry'
mother's weakness is all to important to her,
which causes one daughter into leaving her,
a boy and a girl still left in her arms, while
her weakness not left in the air,
a father left in destraught, wonders how
a mother could leave her babies to rot.
Apr 21, 2014
Apr 21, 2014 at 11:21 AM UTC
in the presence of her love, the sun must ignite,
arising, he greets her from now receding night
where the beauty of the stars, blanketed her face
her aspect enshrouded by an image of delight
her arms spread wide like the wings of an eagle,
to hold and protect me from oncoming evils,
engulfed in her compassion, i boast no equal,
as a rose is among flowers she is among people,
you cannot fathom, her love which measures,
from cosmo to cosmo as high as the heavens,
even more so when we are together,
for time with her is timeless but time apart is forever
we are now one, our love not soon destraught,
we are love personified, which we have saught,
and if my heart be searched each and every part
what one is to find is another beating heart
the shade of the oak, where our names embossed
the light of the sun, which is guiding the lost,
and though my senses be strengthened by our immortal cause,
the sweetest sound remains the beat of her loving heart
Apr 2, 2017
Apr 2, 2017 at 7:48 PM UTC
My father once told me to always except the best and worst possible outcome.
And for the longest time i was completely baffled.
"How could I be okay with the worst possible outcome?"
"It's impossible to be okay with the worst possible outcome."
But what I think I was really trying to say was," It's impossible to be okay."
And I remeber the day loud and clear.
I was shaking and in utter destraught.
I wanted it all to end, and I too thought it was the end.
But despite the chaos
for a slim slip of a second, I was okay.
Not only with the "Worst possible outcome."
But I was genuinely okay.
Because that was the day I realized, that no matter what,
through the worst and best "possible outcomes"
I had Grace.
I had me.
Jan 11, 2019
Jan 11, 2019 at 11:26 AM UTC