About the Poem
It is difficult to hold fast to one’s dreams in the midst of rile and ridicule - often, we must stand alone upon the rickety bridge of our unpopular beliefs. But if the dream and the belief is deep-rooted enough, we learn to balance, unshaken, until the bridge, strengthened through our own stability, becomes a gateway to even those whose vision could not reach the breadth of its expanse.
Unshaken |
| by Randy Guilhas |
| The death of hope is silent and slow Its breath, in whispers, may call To youth whose innocence afforded its glow From spring through summer to fall Its wake is solemn, attended again By those who envied the fire To scatter its ashes away to the wind In a frenzy of selfish desire They prey in tongues of deception Away from the rays of the light In the grays of human reflections That stray from the reason of sight Feigning instruction of wisdom Seining the sands of the soul Gaming of practiced precision In sustaining their fortunes of gold Hold fast to the heart of your vision For as long as the wind has wings Alas from the darkness unhidden To bask in the light of your dreams |
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