Fear stalks me
when I feel most alone
and vulnerable in life.
Loneliness taps icy fingers;
waiting patiently at the door
relishing her triumphant entry.
Heavy clouds of discouragement
reduces me to tears;
seeking to destroy
any last ray of hope
that might be left
in a weakened breast.
Thieves all,
who lie in wait
for the lowest moments,
imagine me easy prey.
But the sound of faith
is a lingering song...
Grace is always given,
in each new dawn;
it sings to me of courage
and strength and the
will to carry on.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
An uplifting write! !