A frail thing
I wrote this poem years ago, when I was a younger man and still had a passion for things like that. I've never showed it to anyone, but I came across it today and wondered why not post it here?
I hope you all like it. We probably need more upbeat poetry around here, but it's all I've got on deck at the moment.
Please enjoy.
A Frail Thing
A frail thing be this heart of mine
To weathered weariness and despond resigns
A traveler burdened by rough road and time
A pilgrim whom seeks only rest
Though empathy given, by strife undaunted
Bearing deserved scars with pride unwanted
With solidity bared for those beloved
It reserves no strength for me
When it speaks aloud it speaks of fear
Of falling victim to the insincere
Offering affinity and passion endeared
To be only dismissed in turn
Yet unwilling am I to order retreat
Or submit to humble and wary defeat
The great mission I hold as of yet incomplete
To reach my end empty of love
For any remaining would be but a waste
A sin, borne of mistrust and hubris and haste
Ever shall I gift every bit of the grace
Of this frail and hopeful thing of mine
If you made it this far then thanks for taking the time to read the whole thing. You're a hero.
@HearshotKid
Thank you for sharing.
You have a beautiful way of expressing words
Weaving them into a relatable, genuine tale from the heart.
I thoroughly enjoyed reading it 🩵🤗
@Amanda84
Much obliged. I'm so glad you enjoyed it.
@HearshotKid
🩵🤗
It takes incredible courage to write and see ❤️ 😊
@humanbeing578
That's true. Maybe courage was what I was going for here. I'm glad to hear that was your takeaway.
@HearshotKid I enjoyed reading what you wrote. This was lovely to read. 😊
@warmwhisperingflower
Thank you, that means a lot to me. I have piles of this stuff laying around from back in the day, but few eyes have ever seen them.
