It is when one is in despair and depression that there is struggle, and danger of falling in a deep dark pit that is very difficult to come out of. Or there is possibility of light, albeit a flicker, at the end of the tunnel, should one take those heavy first steps. A poem written several years back still gives me hope to go on. To keep running…
I struggle to go on with no light in sight
Like a runner out-of-breath and hope, halfway
Books, nor the Scripture, seems to come to my rescue
My knock on the Heavens doors falls on deaf ears!
I struggle to go on with no light in sight..
I come to you who is busy in a world not mine
Cant you tell in my indifferent pretense?
Read my eyes honey, I am breaking down!
I struggle to go on, but give up the fight
Where do I go and what do I do!
None but me knows my suffering the best
Almost dead, and without hope, I come back to me
I don’t struggle anymore, I just give in, hopeless
Thats when is born pure strength, a twin to my suffering
That takes me in its arms and wipes my tears
Whence did That come, who art Thou?
I catch some breath and start running again…