Hopelessness pervades whenever hope begins to grow,
Doubts swell, rising as a tide, breaking the defences
Friends gone. So it seems. Their distant cries a helpless call,
For what?
Me?
A shell of a man, frozen in this bitter wind, stagnant in these still waters
Life, effervescence, champagne joy
Popped.
Desolately I fall to my knees,
Angrily I cry my tears of despair,
For who is with me now?
If my God is for me?
They stand against me, at all sides
Shoving me back
Into a cocoon
Maybe I'll blossom, flower
Fly away from these binding ropes
Soar once more to those dizzy heights of wondering how I ever learnt to glide
Know myself capable in the maker's hands
Hands that hold the world
Holding me.
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