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by Brian Francis

When dreams are cast away
and sorrow's burden settles
When torment rips at one's soul
and empties all vitality
hollow canyons wail
where once satisfaction flowed

We torment ourselves
with imagined outcomes
merely begging for another chance
Pain filled pleadings to grace
But the linear nature of our reality
precludes our delusion of possibility
spent, time passes inexorably on

Heavy is the only way to describe it
the feeling of one's chest
when bound in the struggle
enduring the aching of regret
resilience bides its time well
and creeps in starts and fits
toying with memories
inspiring brief moments of joy

Healing comes as sure as morning
the taste of life once again
scars can often change perspectives
and make unsure our path ahead
tears will fall in spurts and sputters
but so will joy and laughing spree
somehow unknown life re-blossoms
we dare reach for the sun again


Posted on 02/28/2018
Copyright © 2023 Brian Francis

Member Comments on this Poem
Posted by Glenn Currier on 02/28/18 at 05:02 PM

The first two lines really set me up for the dips, rises, and rips of your poem. I can relate to the sentiments, and the way life buffets us or we bring ourselves up and down. I like the mixture of the two and see them expressed in this quote: "resilience bides its time well and creeps in starts and fits" Thanks for your thought/feeling- provoking piece, Brian.

Posted by Chris Sorrenti on 02/28/18 at 07:55 PM

I'm with Glenn on this one, Brian. Worthy coherent capture of Life and the Human Condition.

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