True Believer Poem by Claudia Krizay

True Believer



I trust that everything happens for a reason, as in that,
I am a true believer,
Even if that means you both, my loved ones have passed away
At the time I was a wounded spirit who did not know myself-
I was a lost soul, who climbed many a ladder but always fell,
Forcefully hitting concrete ground.
I loved you both with all true devotion, although
I so often felt misunderstood by you and
I hid from the world within a garden of budding roses,
With hope that I too would someday blossom and flourish-
I stood beneath an oak tree, hiding,
Feeling persecuted and terrified of all that was real and
Having made my home in an inexplicable world of fantasy,
Even called by some a world of my own delusions,
One day a brutal storm approached and
Lightening struck and both that oak tree and
This distant star that brightened up my dark and ominous world-
Came crashing down upon me.
I have wept violent tidal waves of tears
Flooding any hopes for a future with the all of the strength of a hurricane,
I can still see your faces through dark clouds, intangible, and nearly blinding me.
My life seems to be losing all of its meaning but somewhere inside
I shall always believe that everything happens for a reason.
I bravely continued my journey through forests of trees in every season-
Through rain, wind, extreme heat and cold-
Today I am finding shelter beneath clouds of fortune and
I have made a new home; I am building a life for myself,
And am finding daffodils blossoming in the very early springtime
Walking along pathways where I can now climb over rocks without stumbling-
I know now that lost spirits can find themselves and
As the sun casts its shadows upon every pathway that I walk before,
And although alone I have the courage now to persevere-
I foresee a time when I will be able to survive as I am gaining strength day by day,
I believe roses shall blossom in the summertime just for me.
I am stronger now and my spirit is singing hymns of peace and joy.
I can still lose myself in flight of imagination but can always find my way out,
Because all that has happened to me has happened for those reasons and in that-
I am a true believer.

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