Resolution

Dark as night the depths within

The surface beckons

Pulling at the soul of sin

The hangman reckons

Reckoning the hand of fate

The noose it tightens

Knotted yarn begins to grate

Grip he lightens

Lightening unseeing eyes

The vision clears

Silver dazzles moonlit skies

And river’s tears

Tearfully reflecting joy

And new tomorrows

Hangman’s noose forgotten toy

Forgetting sorrows

Sorrow passes without pause

Travelling southward

To overcome becomes the cause

Whilst moving forward

Forward dashes hope renewed

Fresh perspectives

Clarity of thought imbued

With new directives

Directed efforts channelled on

To greater heights

Breaking from the past that’s gone

And darkened nights

Nightly dreams forge the path

A new solution

Escaping now internal wrath

To Resolution

© Fergus Martin

2012