(Credit: The Irish Examiner)
An original poem by Coeur d’un Poète.
These are the moments treasured that are gone by;
thine are the years somber that unsobered your soul.
You can’t let the darkness take hold ‘til you grow old,
for the world hasn’t seen you fly and soar high.
From your darkest corners, in the pitch black cold,
you’ve surrendered your soul to the depths of your fear.
Rise from your darkness, and banish the shame of old;
you’ll never be stranded, nor will you die here, alone.
Take my outstretched hand, come join me out here,
rise from the ground that bound you to your fear.
Show me your true self, to stand and face the noise;
rising together, we’ll find your one true voice.
There is nothing so evil, no pit that is ever too dark
no too damning temptation or dishonour so stark.
You are not alone on the path toward redemption,
So let loose the unearthing of prospective aspirations.
Open your binding prisons, end the blinding night
let the widening light shine on all that is right.
This is thine evolution, your ever joyous return, shown
through all the passed lessons that you’ve finally learned.
Soak in the hope that renews, and awakens like warm water
The clean slate that guarantees your own starting over.
Let life, in all its’ light, return to your existence
and make living certain, ingrained through persistence.
Whether faith is science-set or filled with the spirit,
whether strength is within or that of higher beings,
You must give yourself both love and some credit,
and see through your heart the height of your ceiling.
Don’t let the darkness steal far more than taken before,
Don’t let your blackest demons be the standard at your core.
You are stronger than the sum of the darkest you can be,
so fight for your life, and see the greater person within thee.