At first the enemy struck and I felt weak,
Pointed needles stung, future bleak,
A shroud of grey draped hairless skin,
Hiding fear and loneliness deep within,
Dreary clouds roamed darkened skies,
As icy winds burned tearful eyes,
Then slowly...Heavenly Light appeared,
In golden beams that quelled my fears,
Thoughts of losing summoned strength,
To battle back and not relent,
I have now found peace inside the war,
Therein lies my victory roar,
Emerging from my trench to brave the slant,
Prognosis seems irrelevant.
I love this beautifully written poem and with perfect rhythm and flow. An inspirational and moving poem! Keep up the good fight Mizzy!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
To battle back! ! To gain your strength once again. Thanks for sharing this poem with us.
Thank you for reading and commenting Edward.