Arm Me For The Fight Poem by C Richard Miles

Be the strong, firm shoulder
On which I can cry my woes
But not the sullen, soulless shrug
That deals your disregard.
But if the tears won’t come,
Just be my silent strength:
Lift me up from insecurity
Be my eternity, my breath.

Be my propping elbow, strong
To hold me up, when sleep surrounds
But not the niggling nudge
That keeps me wakened
But if I lose the will,
Just be my staying power:
Keep me firm from incapacity
Be my perpetuity, my sight.

Be the hale, hard punch
To fight those foes for me
But not the pounding fist
That pummels hopes to pulp.
But if doubts still amass,
Just be my vouching might:
Take me out of all uncertainty
Be my endlessness, my heart.

Be the leading, life-learned hand
That guides me on my track
But not the clawing grasp
That steals my dreams and gold,
But if success absconds,
Just be my bolstering steel:
Hold me strong from fallibility
Be my timelessness, my thoughts.

Be the assuring firm-set finger
Pointing out the way ahead
But not admonishing
That sternly warns and wags,
But if I feebly stray,
Just be my guiding map:
Lead me safe from helplessness
Be my infinity, my whole.