From Hurt To Hope Poetry Page
Updated January 22/2006
On this page, I will post poems that portray my thoughts about life and the occurrences that have brought me to where I am on my life's journey.
From Hurt To Hope...And Ever On
As I reached into the depths of my soul,
I sought a way to reaffirm my control
Of all that was occurring in my life,
A way to be dominant over strife
That so often tried to turn aside my hope,
To take away those methods that I use to cope
With all the difficulties of life that arise
As I journey 'neath the ever-changing skies.
Where am I going on this eventful journey?
Will I find the way that is right for me?
I seek the light that will be my guide
To discovering what lies inside
This heart that has felt such grief and pain,
Which makes me wonder why I still remain;
What is it that keeps me on this path,
That helps me to restrain my justified wrath?
I strive to be respectful to one and all,
To do my best as I answer the call
Of the path that brings me peace and joy;
Will it come at the other end of a toy
That looks so lovely in a Dominant's hand,
That sends my mind into another land,
A land where pain is but a distant thought,
Where I am finally absolutely caught
In a web of pure unending desire
That grows to become a wondrous bonfire
Of love and fulfillment between two hearts.
On this trip through our lives, with their stops and starts,
We find our way with the help of our friends;
They show us the beginnings that we thought were ends
Are but another set of steps on life's long road.
They sometimes help us to bear that heavy load
When circumstances seem to drag us down;
They help us to find our innermost clown,
The one that shows us that we can be strong,
Even when everything seems so wrong
That we feel there is no worthy reason
To struggle on through life's hurting season
To reach the shore, the distant, half-seen shore
Which, moment by moment, helps us to restore
That sense of self we thought had long been lost
Has been found once more... but at what cost?
Will we be free to hit that longer stride?
Will there be a friend or lover to stand beside,
To hold our hand in those times we are afraid,
To where our love can be proudly displayed,
Where we have made our ultimate choice;
And now the time has come for us to rejoice!
Through all our lives' experiences we have gone
From hurt to hope, from grief to peace... and ever on...
It is a journey that, from beginning to end,
Is best taken in the company of a friend.
Tiffani Pontchartrain
© November 17, 2005
The Voice Within
I walked alone in a garden,
When my life seemed so drear and dark;
I could not see the flowers there
Or hear the sweet song of the lark.
I wandered here, then wandered there,
Looking for a way to the light;
I knew not where I went nor why,
Just that life seemed eternal night.
Now and then, people passing by
Would call my name, then disappear;
In lonely circles I did turn,
Till I knew naught but pain and fear.
The fog grew deep and wrapped me 'round
Until I could not see at all;
Then strange sounds did befall my ears
And none were there to hear my call.
I glimpsed a light deep in the fog
And then it slipped once more away;
I walked and paced for hours on end,
Hoping to see the light of day.
Then next to me I heard a voice,
Soft and sweet and gently calling;
It seemed to part the mist somewhat
In which I seemed to be falling.
The voice grew stronger, sweet and kind,
As sparkling lights drifted on by;
I gathered strength from voice and lights,
Looking still for a glimpse of sky.
And stronger yet and brighter still
Came voice and light, thus intertwined;
The fog began to dissipate
From heart and soul, body and mind.
Still I wandered, seeking the way
To what, I knew, must be quite close;
As light and voice grew stronger yet,
My fears became wildly verbose.
Then suddenly all became clear,
Subtle wisdom it did impart;
That voice I hear and always will,
For it abides within my heart.
Tiffani Pontchartrain
© January 22, 2006
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