My Invictus Poem by TMA

There’s nothing quite as terrible;
There’s nothing quite as bad –
There’s nothing quite as frightening
As knowing that you’re sad…
There’s nothing quite as miserable
As when your heart’s weary and sore
And you’ve been telling yourself you’re all right
But cab stand the lie no more…

There’s nothing quite as pitiful
As a heart that’s beat and scarred
There’s nothing quite as awful
As a pain that knows no words…
When you force yourself not to break down
And from tears you desist –
When you know just what is hurting you
Yet are helpless to resist…

There’s nothing quite as fascinating
As the unrelenting mind
Of an optimist stuck in the doldrums
But still praying for the wind…
Standing amidst the rubble
Of where my life no longer stands –
Still refusing to fall apart
When all around me already has...

There’s nothing quite as potent
As the low, smouldering flame
Waiting for the faintest breath of wind
To burst alight again...