Despair's a constant.
And none of us can help each other through it,
except by being here:
to come back to
the one good thing in the world
to smother us in
when we're through with despair
for the moment, at least -
a moment, a breath!
a moment's respite,
when we're through
with despair, we'll surface to see
all the good things in the world,
to come back to:
all the people in the world
to come back to,
'til despair takes hold
again, we know
it will: we know, but
we'll know it's through
the moment that we
are through with despair,
there are good things in the world
to come back to.
That's how all of we
can help me through,
and that's how all of you
can help us most. Despair,
it's nothing: stained glass, a ghost
light could shine straight through it
if we could see, but we can't see
in the moment that we
It's true, but still we'll be there
to come back to, the moment that you
are through with despair
A Pocketful of Poesy was and is again a Poem-a-Day(-on-Average) Blog! For 2009, 2010, 2011, 2012, and now for 2017 and going forward, you may expect to see 365 poems every year, 366 for leap years.
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