When hope seems lost, it must be so,
for all attempts have failed up to this point.
You are breathless and holding on for dear life.
But then a spark of light shines ever so faintly,
on your broken and weary spirit.
With one last struggling breath,
through sticky sweat and salty tears,
you inhale as deeply as your lungs will allow.
Exhale whispers with sweet relief,
that there is hope ~ after all, it was never lost.
By Sylvia Porter-Hall
Daily Archives: April 23, 2014
Good Sense
Sometimes when we are in love,
we seem to lose our good sense.
Foolishly, we let down all our guards,
giving up our means of defense.
We want to relax and bask in the glory,
of the wonderful love we have discovered.
Pushing caution aside and forgetting our fear,
the real person in us is uncovered.
Before we know it, we’re in so deep,
it would take a crane to dig out.
If only we had listened to our inner voice,
we could have thought before taking this route.
Good sense is something we all should possess,
and for our sake, we should cherish.
If we don’t make good use of this gift we’ve been given,
we are sure to perish.
By Sylvia Porter-Hall
NaPoWriMo 2014
Poetry in Motion 