Ode to perseverance  

                                                            Have you been forfeit

                                                            Into your own senescence
                                                            From time to time

                                                            You've been consumed

                                                            Looking for answers

                                 

                                                            Drawn in a hurricane of tears

                                                            The wind stands strong

                                                            Your fear of braking grows

                                                            Your limbs feel so diminutive

                                 

                                                            Did you consign your roots into oblivion

                                                            Is it the world too deafening

                                                            For your absolved soul

                                                            That feels so stale

                                 

                                                            Still, your branches getting ponderous

                                                            You need to pause  

                                                            Seek for shelter

                                                            Do not lust for covetousness

                                 

                                                            Abolish your ill will

                                                            There is no holding back

                                                            You can only move ahead

                                                            Your soul shall rest

                                 

                                                            The sun vibrates your path

                                                            You know you are near

                                                            This isn't the end.

                                                            Is never it.
                                            
                                
                  
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My latest poem for the day A journey to oblivion: The chalk.

 As an IBD patient myself, this poem is for all of you that does not lose hope. For those that survive against all odds.

 Winston S. Churchill about perseverance: 'If you are going through hell, keep going.'