You wait around every corner, looking for a point to strike. <br />Hoping I have my guard down and my life is filled with strife. <br /> <br />You never soften your punches, It hurts more and more each blow.At times my heart feels so heavy, and the blood is hard to flow. <br /> <br />My mind starts racing, this is surely the end of it all. <br />Then off in the not so far distance, I hear my savior call. <br /> <br />Reach out to me my frightened child, I have planned each and everyday. <br />In the depth of dispair, my power will be, awsomely displayed. <br /> <br />I have carried you thus far and we will continue on no matter the treacherous road. <br />I will lead and guide, as we march on, till you reach your eternal abode.<br /><br />Vonda Overlie<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/hope-154/
