A Poem on Struggle and Hope
Self-deception, never in my heart.
I want to bind the broken,
Comfort the afflicted,
Strengthen the weary.
Must not let them down —
But how can I,
When things are not right?
Look at me instead of behind me.
I am bruised,
But not crippled.
I am not crazy,
But I am not sound.
I am not fine.
Don’t want to be a mistake.
I would close my eyes
When the moon would rise.
I long for a piece of mind —
Star light, star bright,
Shining with all my dreams…
