Words Much Like Poetry

"In the end, we will remember not the words of our enemies, but the silence of our friends." ~ Martin Luther King, Jr. it was never my intent to give silence sovereignty, dominion over my kingdom hub. nor did I mean to gather self-pity and lay it about, a moat to the castle of my heart. I assigned no consequence, gave no thought to the betrayal my quiescence would become to those who had constructed— in dedicated manner— majestic tower rooms, placed at loving heights distinctly for my solace, if ever I had need of them. but know also, that I did not wish to place a strain upon the unstinting love proffered me— friendships nurtured through years that exist now only in memory— by tendering the account of my trials as they occurred. I thought my tragedies best told in the sullen aftermath, when the sound of their relation would have come across as nothing more than muted noises to ears that were ringing with the livid memories of my misery. on...

This is a verse inspired by a friend of mine who believes that sometimes, just sometimes we have to trust in what seems impossible and cannot yet be fathomable. When hope seems to falter, and our human strength to fail. When all around us life seems to crumble, like a house of cards, faith always stands on a pinnacle, shining its way through the darkness. It revolves around and around like a lighthouse beacon through the thickest fog. It is then that we know our lives, like a vessel in troubled waters, blind, unstable, we will find our way home, upon the shores of happiness and contentment, where our dreams come to fruition.