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[aid] => mick
[title] => No More Strength, Have I
[time] => 2009-05-30 10:38:15
[hometext] => A rather long poem of understanding and encouragement. (~T.S. Wilkins~)
[bodytext] => There is no silence in sorrow. There is no peace in pain When all you can feel Is the darkness— Flowing like chaos through veins That lead to the shadows of heartache, Where the stories of the past are told— The ones that are rotting In spiteful regret In the prison Of your guilt In your soul. Serenity is only a taunting wish When your soul is lost in the woods— While you crawl and you search Through the mud of your sorrow For the place where your peace Last stood. The ground has its thorns That tear apart your flesh, Like you’re something this life Has despised, And your scream is the thunder Of misery’s heartache And its pain Is the lightning In your eyes. Fear has no pity on your weakened soul And doubt has no conscience to care, So sorrow just laughs like a raging beast Whipping you With its whip of despair. It’s too dark to see where you’re going, And hope’s a million miles too far. You’ve been beaten, Mocked, Torn apart… You collapse in the mud, where you are. “The battle is hard for my soul,” You say— You whisper through your tears. “No more strength have I,” You cry, you pray Through the pounding anguish of fears. “What more can I do?” You ask from within Your haunting woods of a soul, “No more strength have I To claim To know To have This life To hold.” The ticking of time is a haunting echo, While your soul is down and weak. But your heart keeps on beating Since your soul says its needing To live through the sorrow so bleak. So you breathe through the anguish of tears and fears Shouting, "No more strength, have I!" And you shake as you rise, Yes, you tremble inside But you refuse-- You Refuse...! TO DIE! These woods feel like prison So deep in your soul, But you're not chained To its troubled ground, So you rise, And You Rise Until you find yourself standing, And the strength in your soul has been found. One step forward, you take One step at a time, For sorrow is not your fate. Strength is within The weak, weary soul That takes one step forward With faith. [comments] => 1 [counter] => 196 [topic] => 19 [informant] => tswilkins [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 5 [ratings] => 1 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => InspirationalPoems )
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