Always On My Way Poem by Dijon Noble

I seek refuge in the next day while escaping the last; I grew bitter with the present while recollecting the sweetness of the past.

Hope in the midst of struggle is the bright star which lights my path in this bleak night, it alighted upon my heart and mind so distant in my vision but still contained within my sight.

The essence that gave me my breath may provide the essence that will extinguish my longing, but by my life the heat and warmth of longing has caused the biting cold of frustration brought by wanting.

My hope has been longing interspersed with grief, I was awoken by an eastern breeze and prepare for my rest westwardly in hopes that by my eyes constant closure I may find the essence I seek.


~Dijon Noble~