Sorrow is upon me
I feel I want to die
sorrow I am, am I
with tearful eyes
waves of sickening
stomach churns
thoughts so bleak
making the darkness
of the darkest moonless
night seem as though
It was most bright.
Chilling fears scrambling
down my spine
one that prefers
to be supine.
Blankets cover face
hoping not to meet
any of the human race.
Why I ask, why oh why
did I deserve
this fate of mine?
Then through a chink
a little space
a new thought comes
to take its place
I think of you
your love and grace.
And in a Rumi verse
I remember it could be
much, much worse
and that without
the trials you send
I would soon forget
that I am blessed
with this life
and all it brings
to help me in my forgetfulness
of how I have been blessed
with this life I live
and what is found
when I let go
of all that’s causing
sorrows’ show.
David Taylor
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/sorrows-show/
