When we are lost in the darkness of the night,
Alone with our footsteps, a world out of sight,
When nothing worth wanting remains in our heart,
Rewarded by love, that would tear you apart.
Not happiness, or purpose, nor loves lasting gleam,
without hesitation, upon sights unseen,
May be purchased, invested or frivolously bought,
When the outcomes so seldom that which was sought.
Don't remain ever waking, or lost in ones dream,
For nothing forsaken remains as it seems.
Relentlessly forward, we remember the past,
As we question why brighter days so infrequently last.
So why then do the winds change, when what's sought has been found?
Why does what was sturdy find tomorrow unsound?
When so much uncertainty exacts such a toll,
The toiling and turmoil will tear at ones soul.
Steadfast to the glimmer of mornings first light,
The halo of warmth as the world comes to sight.
Do not falter now, but with patience move on,
As the darker the night grows, draws you closer to dawn.
-Brad Crozier 2023
A Plight Of Poetry 