Power to Win
You walk past me every brightly-lit day,
Your sorry projection, hardly seeming to sway.
Heavy eyelids battling to stay up,
Lips lacking color, doing the majestic flop.
Expressionless eyes tell of distant worlds
While your body - a drooping, dragging piece of log -
Precariously placed - "Stay?"......"Move forward?"
You say that you have tried
Yet your confession, your attitude belies.
Pouring from you like a river full,
A sense of doom into which you've been pulled.
And though the morning brings sunshine,
Your small world is lit too, with blackness......
Subject yourself no longer to such a "boo"
Strength to win
Lies within you.
Dig, dig deep for this treasured gold -
YOU, resiliently extraordinaire, God fearfully created,