"Stagnation"

by Lianne Olive Hennig
 

Peaceful discontentment - I while away the day with
No room for e’en resentment to make the wild thoughts play.
A body full of sighing, a face that’s turned to stone -
My will to move is dying - it’s easier to stay prone.
I wish and wish for laughter that’s new and fresh, and real.
It seems forever after that life has lost it’s zeal.

A moment doesn’t lighten the feeling of despair.
A joke will never brighten a heart that does not care.
Oh, make my temper zesty and bring my mind alive!
Stop me getting testy, yet give me will to strive!
Give my wishes hope again.
Give me will to live.
Make me strong, to withstand pain, and give me will to give.

Deep within my soul, I know that all is never lost,
That life within will ever grow, that
This is just compost.
It helps the plant of life upsurge when
It has fed enough.
It fills you with impending urge to
Know that you are tough.
The sinews of your life renew, your muscles flex again;
Your eyes are rinsed to better view
The joy, as much as pain.

A fast of food does much improve the
Next meal's humble flavour.
A fast of life does much to move the
Will to wish to savour.
Until my plant has fed enough
I must with patience bide and
Wait till life will call my bluff!
Till then, I ride the tide.