Seeking Shelter from the Strength Within
When life becomes heavy and overwhelming, we seek shelter. Many people will run from what is aching at their soul trying to get away from the depths of darkness. I myself ran for years trying to beat out my past. I thought if I keep on running - deflecting - it will not catch me. This is the biggest misconception of life. We can never outrun our past, or the things that hurt us the most. WE can ignore it, squash it and pretend it never happened, but the reality is - the “beast” will always rear its ugly head reminding us of what we want so desperately to forget.
I wrote this poem about the darkness I felt at a time in my life when everything was wrong, and hitting rock bottom showed me the light. I dug deep from within my soul to gather up the courage and strength to overcome such a huge mountain that I thought I could never climb.
WE do not give ourselves enough credit. With hard work and determination, we can overcome all obstacles in our path. That light that shines within us is a Lighthouse of Hope showing us the way. We just need to stop long enough to listen - feel - see. In the Arms of Sorrow, WE can heal.
Embrace the Journey,
Lisa Zarcone
ARMS OF SORROW
There are days when I am tired and weak… On Those days in the arms of sorrow, I seek…
Sometimes, life to hard to bear, drowning in the dark waters of despair… Waters beating down on me so
Hard… This never-ending rain pounding, burning, so scarred…
Pulled into the abyss… Funneling deep into the depths
Of the ocean floor… Down so far, one cannot see the light of day.
Lungs filled with heavy confliction, thoughts of what life
Is supposed to be, rolled over by waves of open seas…
Why such pain, such confusion?
Thoughts so disturbing, no voice could come through…
Buried in the rubble of a volcano that blew… No
Light coming to guide my way, to find me, save me
Tell me I will be ok…
Seeking refuge in this shipwreck of my mind,
In the arms of sorrow I do find… My comfort, my shelter,
My deep faith, how can one forsake?
When a rush of calming waves barrel over Me, the warmness of a new day I can finally see…
My personal vessel I do name, “My Shipwreck of Sorrow”,
Sailing off with my pain…
Extended arms, bow so strong… They got me through the wake
Of the storm…
I survived another day, my arms of sorrow showed
Me the way…
Once again, my hope restored, my arms of sorrow Kept me warm…
I was lost, now I am found my lighthouse Of hope turned me around… To the safety of land
I do sail! My personal vessel will prevail…
This never-ending faith, a light kept me going through the worst time of my life!
