Filth Head down, shoulders drooped I open my eyes and see The filth of the worn floor Like the filth in the letter Cast aside Yet... Serpentinely encroaching Upon my life Grinding grit Eroding the very essense Of my being Sending shivers Down the spine Regardless... I continue to pace Like a caged lion Back and forth Allowing... Discouragement to rule Turning... I walk out the door And see newness of life In the explosion of the sun Feel the cleansing dew Droplets of moisture Soothing swollen eyes Not looking back... But walking forward To another beginning With hope... Anticipation And... Fear I am ready For tomorrow   Post to The Peanut Gallery    ·    Send your comments to the poet   Previous   ·    Back to Ginny Lloyd   ·   Next   Copyright ©1996, 1997 The Unofficial Soup Kitchen