HERE I STAND

Here I stand, alone

In complete denial

That all labour is not gold;

 

Here I stand, grieving

No succour from gnawing trauma

Last glimmer of joy waning;

 

Here I stand, stripped of honour

All life’s work hardly tipping the pan

Scaled against a litany of dreams;

 

Here I stand, deceived by hope

Wondering why great efforts yield little

The many tomorrows produce meagre fruit;

 

Here I stand, mystified

Staring at the mirages of life

Seeking my place in creation’s purpose;

 

Here I stand, again trusting

Believing in tomorrow’s promise

Taken in by others still standing.