The Sliver of a Silver Lining
By Ineke Hill
To achieve an atmosphere
of confidence and optimism
I need to shed sincere tears.
At times of the offences
my unsocial defence was pretence
in the, then, present-day sense.
Be certain to now resound
but not to compound the memories
which have already been found.
The union so hopelessly needed
is fearfully felt – but lost.
It’s intriguing; a puzzle.
Without your help I will just muddle
to deal with this vast struggle.
With your thoughtful permission
why not attempt association?
I am somewhat miserable
but hopeful now that I have written
and considered this poem.
I strive for hope – the bright side.
Bitter memories quickly flicker.
I’ll flip – but I’m no quitter!