The Cure

(So I found this poem among my drafts, didn't realize I had finished it and didn't publish it.)


Bound to silence with such.
Fighting all that's inside.
Struggling to find willpower.
To keep all well hidden.

If one should know.
Would surely be troublesome.
For not but one,
But many.

We lie in wait.
For what we do not know.
We laugh and cry.
For what they cannot show.

Trapped are we in this.
Drawn out in such state.
Fearing the possibility.
Of the coming of hate.

Surely the world will find.
A cure is sure to come.
To fight off this infection.
Rooted deep inside.

None can loose the deep.
The waters so encased.
Locked so deep inside.
I have never faced.

Found have they a cure.
For this rooted mess.
They tell me this.
There is but one test.

Struggling to the surface.
Fearing the sound of failure.
Fighting even stronger.
To win this cure.

Fight for life.
Fight for love.
Fight to win.
Fight for freedom.


Copyright 2018 Lauren Hall ©