In Spite of the Struggle:

Adding Up

By: the iHope Poet

Is there a reason why

Every wearing thing

Can add up to the sky

But end up as nothing?

It isn’t that I don’t have faith,

Nor that I don’t believe.

I just have not the effort

Quite yet to achieve

All the things I wish.

No, I don’t have strength

To fill in this ditch

That I’ve dug for myself;

And move right along.

Well, it’s time I find

 New transitions

For my life-written song.

Dropping Hands

By: the iHope Poet

Throughout life one will know

What it means to let go

Of the hopes that she holds

Inside her broken hand.

Say goodbye with plain sorrow,

Yet she still tries to borrow

The comfort from yesterday’s

Place to stand.

By the time she is empty;

The wound’s getting heavy.

She’s found a new definition

Of living without breath.

And while she is dying

For the sake of not crying,

Others will seek her and save her

 From such heartbreaking death.

Throughout life pain is real,

We all know how it feels.

But with hope and support

Ache can be overcome.

She will soon surely learn

That all blessings are earned

By endurance and faith

All her hurt will be numb.