Challenge

Fay Slimm.

 

 

Challenge.

 

The mind has its mountains,
cliffs of fall,
frighfully sheer,
not easily climbed, save
by those whose endurance
becomes unchained.

 

Life has its forbidding hills,
lion-limbed,
heights of challenge,
fearfully mined except
by those who bide in a belief
of unyielding aid.

 

Time has grinding anvils,
ego-made,
clothed with traps,
me-ism patterned to attack
the soul but those who win wince
yet face blows singing.

 

  • Author: Fay Slimm. (Offline Offline)
  • Published: November 25th, 2020 04:40
  • Comment from author about the poem: Just pondering on how to beat life's knocks.
  • Category: Unclassified
  • Views: 26
  • Users favorite of this poem: Poetic Dan
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  • Goldfinch60

    We all have challenges in life but with each one we need to rise to our futures as life is there for us all.

    Andy

  • orchidee

    Good write Fay.

  • dusk arising

    Resilience, but we're not born with it. It is a life skill we learn or should I say acquire having suffered a number of set-backs and survived with the ability to smile on another day.
    One knows when this is a part of ones make up when able to smile in the face of adversity.
    Hand in hand, perhaps we should include thankfulness that we prevail for many have not.
    Some achieve this in their blind faith in an organised religion of course.

  • Poetic Dan

    Please ponder on, don't think anyone really knows... All just blagging it until tomorrow, yet tomorrow never actually gets here!

    Thank you for sharing this inspiring writing, I truly hope this is not too much for you!

    As a spirit like yours will always see it through, how else could do perfectly what you do.... Just being you!!

  • L. B. Mek

    'Time has grinding anvils,
    ego-made,
    clothed with traps,
    me-ism patterned to attack'
    absolutely Brilliant!
    this is why people claim difficult winter's, produce the most potent wines...

  • Neville

    life is full of em knocks, falls and disappointments but you are quite write when you so eloquently allude to taking and accepting the rough with the smoothe ...

    tis the only way to not be fazed .. I'm gonna call it Fays way.....

    Neville ... x



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