A Far Cry Poem by Abra Sunshine Wongler

The world is cold... The world is dark...
There is no sound in my ears but the howling of the wind...
But in my heart there's the voice of hope.
The voice of the one I left behind long ago...
So long...
Too long...
A vicious circle ensnares my heart...
Should I stay and pray that the one I love returns...
Or fade away again now that the reason for my return is dusk?
The world has changed, many faces old and new are different...
Do I have the strength to climb the mountains again?
Can I roam in constant vigilance once again?
I hear the trees in the groves whisper... I see the violet of the early morning
I smell the morning dew...
I hear, in my ears, the voice of the one who saved the life of my beloved...
She comforts me and bids me live, though the road be rugged...
As I sing I become, a living prayer, a prayer of hope, and prayer of strength.
In constant vigilance I roam, I sing, I fight to be worthy of the love...
I didn't deserve...but still have though he's not here with me...
I feel his love as the forest speaks to me, reaching out to me, letting me see...