Auckland Poetry

Blood is love
You protect your own
Forgive them their debts
With the truth been told
But then who is judge
If the jury is out
Is the verdict still love
Or can the verdict be found?
And what will become?
Of the meek and the mild
Their hearts so naïve
Like an innocent child
Protected or scarred
By what they can see
Living in fear
What is harmony?
Preparing for hope,
Although it seems scarce
Seeking the light
Though it vaguely seems clear
Who is the survivor?
A rhetorical question?
Another challenge in life
A most valuable lesson!

© Tina G

I may be weak, but I am not brittle
My thoughts are deep, I speak not in riddle
I smile through tears you may not see
My strength comes from my soul that bleeds
Although I may seem bright and bold
Tragedy, within me unfolds
And yes I bow my head and cry
I question the values that lace my life
To focus on where I want to be
The realisation of inner peace
Is it a myth, just another dream
Or can it become a reality?
A surge of warmth, a spray of hope
Encouraging me, to never let go
Clinging to this tranquility
I begin to heal
Through His Love for me

© Tina G