Overcoming Life Poem by Jacques Johan Swart

It eats at my soul
This haunting pain
A past as black as coal
Revealed by a stain

Life is but a hallway...

Doors painted scarlet red
A warning of the dangers ahead
Yet we see it as a dare
running through it without a care

We question why life is this tough
We ask; 'where's the love? '

Yet...

The future may not be as bleak
The voices of discouragement are that of a heartless freak
One that targets the weak
Like a sick, demented creep

No life is but a hallway
With a door, upon a door
And each and everyday
It reveals more

Always an adequate amount
Pushing the boundaries of what we are able to surmount