Faith Withstanding Poem by Mark Heathcote

You leave me no choice, so I must withhold.
Not bite on that foul lure and be strong, bold.
Disappointment is a normal part of life, 'right.'
In all good conscience, we must expedite
a continued straight path, down a dark road
though it might wriggle like a nematode
all the indications are a good heart
does-not-blend-well with devils or consort.
It survives whilst remaining white and pure.
You leave me no choice, so I shall endure.