Slipping and sliding through cracks and crevices of
this life, trying to catch hold of something tangible
It seems there's really nothing there because every
time I think I've found a place to hold and keep, it
again slips from my grasp.
Leaving me in mid-air with no way to move forward,
just dangling with no where to go, no direction at
all.
Feeling helpless, totally hopeless, getting tired of
always fighting to find a place in life where I can
be safe and sound.
Living in a void that gives no peace or assurance at all,
if not for the fact of my interior universe, filled with
a spiritual atmosphere, I couldn't hold on anymore.
As long as I live in this temporary earthly life, wishing
things could be different, yet knowing they'll never be,
keeps me wondering while I continue to pray.
Trusting in God to show me the way, this interior life
giving me the energy and strength to carry on daily,
holding onto hope that I will find my way one day.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem