Despite the tears,
despite my fear,
despite the odds against me;
I will not stop, though I falter
I will not retreat, even if daunted.
A horizon lies before me – a goal to reach, if not to breach.
I don’t feel strong, and sometimes long
for the journey to be over.
And in the pit of grief,
the pitch-black surroundings,
I feel the light within me.
I am the only one of me that there will ever be,
I will not let you define me.
© seekingsearchingmeaning (aka Hermionejh) and Life On Earth’s Blog, 2010 – infinity.