Adversity Beaten – POEM:
Why is it always my misfortune,
that you become my trial, my disaster?
Is it my bad luck, my trouble,
should I confess my sins before a pastor?
I’ve had some difficulty with this,
I’m a tragedy, a shock to the system.
It was no accident, a setback in life,
there’s no tribulations within my prison.
Within the time of my own; calamity,
pain, trauma, torture, I will be set free.
With this shock, a minor setback,
with this sorrow, fueling misery.
My heartbreak, suffering checked out,
my affliction, brings out the boy-scout.
My roar be heard loud and clear,
the misadventures, hardships and doubts.
Let bad luck reverse this real tragedy,
let karma cross out, this is a knock-out.
I remove my burden from those I love,
the troubles, the woe, just let it be known.
I should be upset to the blow to my jaw,
I use reversal of fortune, i’m in the zone.
This crisis started as a catastrophe,
by turning the tables, my will overcomes.
The vicissitude has lost this one mishap,
this is not my buffet, I will not be overrun.
In the hardest of times, people take flight,
bound to their pain, their rush, their escape!
Not me I said, not my will, nor my might!
I will defeat hard times with merely a scrape!
Not a bone, nor a muscle, is without trouble,
the difficulty tested, mishap faltered.
The wretchedness of my prison, bars be broken,
my minds inner strength, neither beaten or altered.
“What ill luck,” people will typically say,
“what ill luck?” I say back, what sad reality.
Their minds unaware, their stress is not unfound,
for I never waiver, it’s in my spirituality.
I say onto you, thinking this hell on earth,
be different, think different, love different.
Let the law of the universe guide your birth,
let other see you set fire in your commitment.
Let the distress of your disaster wash away,
for nothing is permanent, nothing ever dies anyway.
Adversity broken.
Peace and love;
Martin R. Lemieux
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