The Dark Ages
Adversity:
A thief that breaks into my world
The joy from life to steal,
The victor, when I let strife
Upset my even keel.
When black clouds storm In rumbling
Obscuring all that’s blue,
And block the sunshine from my life
In a colorless dark hue,
With winds that whip up drama
In unprecedented height,
And destroy the melancholy
By the sheer power of its might,
And turn fatigue to hopelessness
And further to despair,
That only one who lives through such
Can be fully made aware.
But self-pity is our enemy
That we must now dismiss,
And refuse to venture down that road
To infirmities Abyss.
So reach for healing energy
that’s created in positive thought,
To heal our ailing cell structure
That make up this mortal cloth.
Throw open your battered shutters
And now embrace sunlight,
Abolish the Dark Ages
With optimism overwrite.
Be thankful for good memories
And determine to make them last,
Rehearse all of those good times
Till your weary soul again can laugh.
Rewrite affliction’s epitaph
Leave no headstone unturned,
Steal the thunder from this grave
Declare this sentence now adjourned.
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