Banish Darkness. Poem by Tor Magnor Solvang

The towel feels soft, a tempting friend,
Whispering, 'Let this battle end.'
The fight seems long, the road uphill,
A weary heart, against its will.

We've all been there, that sinking place,
Where hope feels lost without a trace.
A lucky break, a twist of fate,
Pulled us from the closing gate.

Who hasn't felt that weary plea,
To let go now, and just not be?
A lucky star, a sudden gleam,
Pulled us back from a broken dream.

But luck's a whisper, soft and low,
The real strength blooms from seeds we sow.
When shadows gather, dark and deep,
A choice remains, a promise to keep.

Though paths are thorny, futures grim,
A flicker lives, deep within.
A choice, however small it seems,
Can wake us up from hopeless dreams.

Don't let the darkness be your guide,
Or numb your soul with things to hide.
Let hope shine bright, a guiding ray,
To chase the shadows far away.

But luck's a breeze, a fleeting gust,
The engine's will, the iron trust.
When corners tight, and choices sting,
There's always one, on hope to cling.

Though shadows loom, and darkness calls,
Pessimism builds prison walls.
Escape the haze, the numbing lie,
That steals your strength, and makes you die.

Clear your mind, a steady hand,
See open roads across the land.
Stay positive, let courage bloom,
And chase away the gathering gloom.

The path is yours, though hard to see,
With will and hope, you hold the key.
So walk ahead, with heart so bright,
And banish darkness, with your light.

T.M.Solvang