In circles mulling the problem at hand
Helplessly drawn deeper, no help to enlist
Fruitlessly seeking, finally, to understand
Complexities of such a question as this
Indigo darkness stretched endlessly dense
An enveloping blanket of murky constraint
The question itself developing more intense
The slowly passing hours now a lonely offense
Why! Hope cried out, surrounding by night
Feeling her defenses now were gone
Then, the final darkness received the light
Gradually, dawn crept through, she was not alone!
Yet no answer revealed, but that all would be right!
copyright 2009, Georgette Jones