These Storms of Life

These eyes have strained to gaze upon desired horizons
Keeping the fragments alive here
Inside this ideal I have treasured
And managed to keep seeking somewhat
This vague rendering
Of happiness I remembered as a child and held dear,
Tendered by understanding
Sealed and kept near the harbor lights,
Carefully preserved all these years, tho’ battered
And bruised, unable to bloom in darkness and doubt
Those tender buds of promise, the hope
Reaching still, these fragile stems
We mustn’t forget the greater objective
Attainable,
If we believe and faint not …

Can this heart of mine rise above the madness
And cruel attacks from those lacking understanding
Compassionless,
Tho’ waves have hit hard with deliberate slashes wide
How can I blame and condemn,
Arrogance
Judgment
Condescending glares
All bitter fruits of ignorance,
They stand on the barriers and watch
And I will strive to muster the courage one more time
In the face of adversity
Certain of destiny’s beckoning invitation,
If I believe and faint not …