In the Beginning
Night how dark you shine in my illumination
How you would steal my last smile in dungeons
Yet I hold tight my eminent dreaming intention
I foresee a road of firmest drudgery to advance
Yet I stand bold affirming my journey forward
Nor delusion, nor storm, nor apparitions halt me
As life is there for the author's pen to muse
Poetry may be cause to rejoice with abundance
A blooming idiot may forestall my determination
Setting me back to the last removed Friday night
Yet when I step into Saturday, the very last day
Before the eminent start of a brand new week
I will put on all the armor I need to trolley forward
With great gusto, and pushed with a little wind
Maybe a sigh, yet I put the first foot on path
And then the next and next will follow through
© cat hodgson
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