Your Own

    

                          

Through the tangled thickets of years gone by,

Some thorny bushes of afflictions had bled me dry.

But for me there could not be a cowardly retreat,

I persisted--- my innate self-respect rejected defeat.

 But the inky darkness slowly started clearing,

 Some shredded light had started appearing---

 Perhaps the suffering was only an illusion,

 A figment of the mind, without any reason!

In the same thicket, there were flowers, fragrant and soft,

Caressing gently my bleeding wounds to sooth from aloft.

 In life there are trials and tribulations to make us sore,

 But balm from our dear ones, will sooth the stinging blow!

In Gods magnanimity, though He gave us darkness, he also gave light.

Extend your hands towards your own, and you will be out of the plight.

It’s wonderful to have your dear ones, who are always there for you

In good days, and bad days-----even when you are down and blue!