Edge ((work in progress))

Welcome to my work in progress. I've never tried this before. Thanks for having the willingness to read something raw and unpolished, to look for the vision I'm trying to paint. Don't worry a bit about hurting my feelings. It's a long way from being finished. Ask me questions. Tell me what you think this is all about. Your thoughts and reactions will, undoubtedly, help me wrestle my way through the process of creating this poem that reaches to the core of my emotions.  It is an unselfish reviewer who knowingly trudges through the scribblings of a would-be poem.

Edge

She stood at the edge between Hope and Despair, 
a wounded warrior crying out for rest.
Tears etched muddy streams down her cheeks.
Unchecked by the chin, they poured into
into rivers winding their way through the Canyon of Loss.

The dry Desert Valley had once been verdant;
Hope had shone big, bright and certain.


Her Adversary cast a smoldering shadow,
choking the flame in her soul to a flicker.
So close, she felt its icy fingers
reaching to draw her in for the kill.
A moment more, the fight would be over,
One final blow and her 

A familiar voice stabbed into her darkness;
"No!"  she shot back. "I can't do this again!"
She whimpered through tears, "I can't do this again."
Despite her losses, Hope would not be silenced,
ignoring the scars her spirit now bore.
She stands again at the Edge of Despair,
a weary warrior pleading for rest.


Pat Nelson
January 22, 2012
Edited April 17, 2012

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