Tough is when you need to walk the road alone
People ask you questions, answers contested
Resolved not to depend on anyone but self
Independent of others diminutive views
Roads yet to walk, unseen road signs
Where to turn, driving blind, what's
Behind, whys do not matter now
As much as how to reach that
Spot where you can make a
Full stop on a green light
By the roadside, ponder
Mazes are cleared by
Grace, darkness is
Contrasted with
Sparks of light
Some sort of
Forgiveness
Unrelenting
Hopeful
A widow
Is still
Whole
Don't
You know
Her strength
Which stretches
Beyond roads and
Upward to the heavens
Clasping hands in prayer
Asking for redemption for all
Like titanium, good weldability
Ready availability, just send for me
High tensile strength, low weight ratio
Withstands heat, the rest complain of hell
Workhorse of all metals, lightest for airplanes
Widows are angels without wings, tears fall in disdain
Says the song, am criticized but all your bullets ricochet
Nobody could put me down, even the deepest sea despise me
Shoot me down, and I lunge at you, am bulletproof nothing to lose
Do you sense a brokenness in the way that this poem is shaped - two wings poised in flight, but barely able to rise above ground. This is how most widows feel - maybe, I can speak for some of them - as their husbands have always been the wind beneath their wings. Being deprived of the wind is utterly devastating and will take a lifetime to recover from.
I Tim 5: 4 - But if a widow has children or grandchildren, these should learn first of all to put their religion into practice by caring for their own family and so repaying their parents and grandparents, for this is pleasing to God.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
This is a deeply moving piece. Quite intense.