Hope In A Tough Place Version 2 Poem by Paula Glynn

I have had a hard life:
Friends have deserted me,
Family has left me alone,
To suffer, cry and pray,
And that passing stranger,
Just leaves me to cry in the fray.

There is no justice,
My world empty and cold,
Wondering where the colours went,
Where all those nights,
On the telephone went,
For I had tried,
I had been logical,
But I have been betrayed,
My soul reeling in anger,
The Samaritans my only friend,

I talk to the gods,
I talk to the seas,
The countryside,
The birds in the trees,
The voice on the breeze,
Almost sounding,
As if autumn were here,
My mind waiting for winter,
Paralyzed with fear,
For black magic,
Has woven its bleak spell,
The world cold to the touch,
I have felt hardship and heartache,
For this is my own personal hell,
My only comfort,
The jumper on my back,
And the gloves that trick me,
Into believing the world is warm.

The coins in my jacket,
A quick call to acquaintances,
Never becoming friends,
But I wonder,
If there can be hope in a tough place,
Angels to replace my demons,
Hate to turn into love,
And I know I have myself,
My own trusted friend,

I will catch that train,
To a random, perfect town,
Where someone waits,
With love in their eye,
For this stranger,
With feet heavy from the strain,
Of a life once without hope,
But now no prison,
To bind this heart,
For I will have found,
Hope in a tough place,
For lessons are always rewarded,
When the soul learns.