Light out of Darkness
I am fragile, yet enduring as an ancient oak
Can always be soft as silk, yet hard as stone
Only to be cut down and bared of my humanity.
I have dredged my soul and found nothing
That could rescue me from this uncertain depth
My hope that the end is near and not so far away.
I hear myself weep and overcome with grief
Arduous scornfulness, at the hands of the wicked
Slanderous rantings that I believed to be true
Designed to strike deeply within and diminish hope
I've become nothing, but a faceless outcast
I am an innocent child victimized by this war,
Not to be heard nor seen, only to verbally abuse
But now I remember miracles like the sun arising
For it gives birth to another day and a new life,
Eliminate the night as if it were taken away
I will regain my honor and value my worth.
Can I escape the tyrant's hands and constant humiliation?
When will I find the courage to flee from this nightmare
Then shiver from the death that I shalI have evaded
So I may shake the unthinkable then have it come true...
Jim 1955
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem