Reduction Poem by Winsy Tink

Reduction

Rating: 2.1


If waking is no escape from terrible dreams,
nor sleeping relief from my waking hours -
If my senses confuse conception with reality
(Or has reality always been a pure product of the mind?) -

If, reaching out to a prize held out,
it crumbles at my touch like saw-dust -
Or if I grow up, bitter and disappointed
that I will never be tall enough to pick those diamonds from the sky -

If the realisation that nothing is as it seems paralyses me,
And I cannot be as I was
or would like to be,
And at the end of the day, all falls away -

The whole substance of my living will be reduced to my only asset and sustenance -
Faith -

Without It,
I am nothing.

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Kelly Allen Vinal 29 September 2008

Excellent and deep poem - well done

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Joseph Poewhit 29 September 2008

FAITH - can move mountains in life

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