Denis The Determined! Poem by Denis Martindale

When I consider what I was and what I am right now,
I know that I am me because I muddled through somehow.
I couldn't walk when I began, I couldn't talk or think,
Yet here I stand, tall as a man, my veins now full of ink!
For I can write by day and night, the hours matter not,
A single thought and I must write, before I lose the plot.
Computer on, wordpad on screen, God's heart in tune with mine,
Reflecting on the truths once seen, then typed out on each line...
Behold, a poem must be born, a labour borne of love,
To comfort like the coming dawn, with fresh skies up above...
Though sabotage meets me as well, I strive beyond the pain,
I cling to Heaven not to Hell, so I may write again...
And when I've done all I can do, I highlight, copy, paste...
My poem then gets shared with you, so it may be embraced...
Determined Denis strikes again! Folks find my poetry!
I've got no clue what happens then... That's still a mystery!


Denis Martindale May 2017.