Don't expect swift answers from outside yourself
when the soul is downcast and devastated;
Don't grasp for any available hand
in the hour of desperate need.
Don't seek the breath of the dead
nor the kiss of the compassionless
when you're stranded and alone.
Discover an inner reserve
of spiritual strength from within,
catapult yourself to top rank
in the pecking order of priorities again.
When the very next step
is a cemetery or a mausoleum,
become your own dedicated hero
of last minute resurrection.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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Don't seek the breath of the dead nor the kiss of the compassionless when you're stranded and alone. Discover an inner reserve of spiritual strength from within, catapult yourself to top rank in the pecking order of priorities again. Beautiful poem. Thanks for sharing.