At Times Poem by Victoria Gauci

The river of misery carries me far,
Down this current of discontent,
My head has hit the bank at times,
My energy is spent,

I tried to grasp a branch at times,
To try and save my life,
But, I am weak and oh so tired,
I have very little fight,

Once on shore I stand alone,
Waiting for your call,
I listen for your voice to say,
Now get out and stand up tall,

Why did you let this river rage,
Get the best of you?
Where is the determination,
That you need to get you through?

My beacon of light and shelter,
I feel abandoned and alone,
I thought you would be my life-raft,
To help me get back home,

It seems you are a figure,
Of my childhood imagination,
I don't know why I held onto,
This youthful fascination,

Could it be my childish mind,
Could not contemplate,
What life was really storing,
As our final fate,

Forgiveness is divine they say,
And people come and go,
So carry your own lifejacket,
Before you ever go out alone,

Another shouldn't depend upon,
That someone may be there,
To pick you up and dust you off,
Sometimes life is just unfair,

So here it is just like before,
When I had to live without you,
I'm back in the car of life again,
Not really feeling rescued.