Tribulation's Grace
Her velvet paws may never again tread this earth,
And I let deaths trap hold me in place;
The one we all should see coming.
We don’t realise they take part of our soul
When they depart without warning.
But a mother’s love stops at nothing
To ease the pain and give new purpose
When bleakness stoops to suffering.
So four new velvet pads tread
To lessen the weight of a friend’s absence.
Ignorance and absentmindedness are blinders
To an obstinate reality’s sting
That four paws last a fifth of the time
Of those walking with two feet.
Cutting strings to the past seemed unfeasible
For despair grabs you by the hair
While acceptance is a villian
Who laughs as he escapes your grasp.
But hope arrives camoflauged
You feel her warm vibrations before you make out her form
Hope is new and bold
And as far as trusting her,
Opening your heart,
You’re not quite sold.
Time is hope’s best chance
To remember an old four-footed friend
And see right through dwellings’ trance.
So four new paws grow on you
As time garenteed,
And hope turns a weak and dim flicker
Into a dancing beam that radiates sufficiency.
Now time’s persistance will show you
That though you thought you lost a part of yourself,
Your favorite things about yourself
Could not have surfaced in comfortable routines
There is no room for growth
When comfort tucks you in at night.
Comfort herself is a cunning void
Where inspiration goes to die.
A wolf dressed in sheeps clothing,
Her pleasures decieve and manipulate man
Into believing the widespread lie
That discomfort is the enemy.
Discomfort is truly the essence of individual strength.
So now identify and embrace this truth
In order to accept this uncomfortable change
As an opportunity for personal growth,
And watch yourself blossom and be thankful
For the four-legged creature whose absence
Blessed you with uncomfort,
So that when four new paws came along
You could rejoice for the change they brought,
Rejoice for the memories made,
Rejoice for the memories to come,
Rejoice for the person you are becoming,
Rejoice for the new chapter you are beginning.
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