A Fissure (Hope)

November 9, 2010
By dsc1155 SILVER, Murrells Inlet, South Carolina
dsc1155 SILVER, Murrells Inlet, South Carolina
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Favorite Quote:
LOITERING with a vacant eye
Along the Grecian gallery,

And brooding on my heavy ill,

I met a statue standing still.

Still in marble stone stood he,
And stedfastly he looked at me.

‘Well met,’ I thought the look would say,

‘We both were fashioned far away;

We neither knew, when we were young,

These Londoners we live among.’

Still he stood and eyed me hard,

An earnest and a grave regard:

‘What, lad, drooping with your lot?

I too would be where I am not.

I too survey that endless line
Of men whose thoughts are not as mine.

Years, ere you stood up from rest,

On my neck the collar prest;

Years, when you lay down your ill,

I shall stand and bear it still.
Courage, lad, ’tis not for long:

Stand, quit you like stone, be strong.’

So I thought his look would say;

And light on me my trouble lay,

And I slept out in flesh and bone
Manful like the man of stone.

-A.E. Housman

Betrayed, desolate that time seemed.
And being lost was my sanctuary.
I could not, would not strive for better.
Because nobody, it felt, gave me a chance.
My mind would hide and self-loath.
My feet would travel to where nobody was.
It was overwhelming, the feelings inside.
Darkness wrapped my eyes to blind.
Fear and confusion pulled me from flight.
The disease pulled me down, a fissure for no reason,
No rhyme, and no time...it didn't matter.
For nobody wanted me and nobody cared.
My fist from the water will leave no hole.
My voice from sound doesn't silence the room.
But hope reached out and held me tight.
And my hope kept me alive when there was no light.

The author's comments:
I wrote this in my English class. It came to me easily. I reflected generally on my darker past.

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