Waisted Poem by Tor Magnor Solvang

When days are hard and nights are long,
And worries whisper, 'You're not strong, '
When every path leads to a wall,
And hopes begin to start to fall.

When love feels lost, a fading gleam,
And life's a dark and troubled dream,
When bills pile up, and pockets bare,
And you can't catch your breath for air.

It's time to rest, to let it be,
To set your weary spirit free.
Drop anchor now, the journey's done,
And hope for brighter days begun.

Perhaps a breeze, on unknown tide,
Will take you somewhere deep inside,
Or far away, where light can bloom,
And chase away the heavy gloom.