My Rucksack Poem by Paul Warren

What do I carry
In my rucksack
There are things that sustained me
And things that still bring me down

It is difficult to unpack
For to get to the good
You may have to find your way through the bad
Whose mere presence is sometimes enough

But once infected again
Your tolerance is challenged
Will you submit to the darkness
And let it beat you again in despair

Or will you find strength
In what was a hard time
Have it pulled apart as it becomes part of you
Conquering the darkness and going on.

© Paul Warren Poetry