Posts Tagged ‘Hope’


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Be a light for someone

I don’t mean to disappear into darkness,
When life heaps crisis after crisis,
But you should know by now,
I will be there for you,
Even when I am not there for me,

Being hunted by an old foe
Being harrowed by familiar pain
These things are best named
But somehow those words
They never reach my lips

Waking up to sunshine and new hope
To have it dashed upon the rocks
Burdens shared and halved
The lights you place to show the way
Those little things you do on any given day

You keep me looking back
To show how far I’ve come
Too long staring at the path ahead
Can feel like parting threads
Until I am completely undone

Bless all your little lights
They keep me in the fight
Bless all those heartfelt words
They are whispering candles in my dark
A lighthouse in the storm of my heart

© 2016 Peter Anstiss

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Winter Love

If you need…

I can be your winter love
You can reach for me
Whenever you are dark
I will hold you close

When the green of summer
Turns to falling leaves
When no one understands your needs
I could help you grieve

I know everything about falling apart
It means I can put it back together
If you find you ever
Need such things

When the rain falls
We can all shine like new
I live and linger
For moments such as these

They blot out all the times
I have fallen and been left to bleed
Maybe happiness
Is not the flower of my seed

But I still live and breath
I still love and hope
I still laugh,
And joke

Though dark rivers
May roll me out to sea
I will always wash up
On the beaches of your need

If you need…

© 2015 Peter Anstiss


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The sun beyond the storm

Beyond those skeleton days
Beyond the slashed feelings and pumping blood
Broken hearts mend, wounds heal,
And eventually scars form and fade

(I am a man of scars)

One foot in front of the other
You can discover
Shattered bones knit
The long game players don’t quit

(I have lived through a lot of broken bones)

And the storms may rage, and trees may fall
A home that’s broken is no home at all
On the morning tide something good might just wash up
Beyond the pain the sun will always come up

(I belong to the sun and the sea, but never that broken home)

© 2015 Peter Anstiss

Just a short scatter of abstract thoughts and a photo from a long walk during a roller coaster week.