Fatigue….. my fatal friend
Forged from spirit rended
Feeble fight weakly fends
Failed anchor drifts again
Forlorn thoughts must amend
Faith empowers….thoughts transcend
Frail mind will someday mend
Everyone, at some point in their life, experiences soul rending fatigue . Thoughts drift towards dark hopelessness. Yet there is hope for a brighter tomorrow. I know that Faith and Prayer can change my heart when it is full with aching sadness.
“F” words make for great pleides. I have grown to appreciate them through cognitive testing, as one of the tests is to see how many “f” words I can say in one minute. At first, my mind just wouldn’t give me any, other then the overused “fuuuuuuuccccckkkk”, which ran around and around my mind as I struggled for “furniture” and “flower”. Ever determined, I decided to study “F” words for poetic forms. And that, coupled with my mood on the day of creation, made this poem. I was successful in finding “f” words appropriate for the start of this poetic form, AND I was able to rhyme a pleides, not easy to do (!), so silver linings are intact and beautiful! Although…don’t ask me to find another word that ends in, well, END!