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“A Little Bit More”

By Darla L. Dodds,
Licensed Professional Counselor of
Hand in Hand Christian Counseling,
LLC, Franklin, PA.

So dark, so deep —

not sure I can keep up the fight

It’s been so long

I’m forgetting the light

Seems so impossible,

the walls are steep

Thoughts of hopelessness

are all I keep.

I resign to give up —

there’s nothing in store

I hear a faint whisper —

“Just a little bit More.”

With barely the strength to move

My fingers slide and find a groove

With all I have left I find a foot hold

But the voice of despair screams out so bold

I look ahead—it seems so high

Hopelessness taunts,

“You’re a fool to try.”

I resign to give up —

there’s nothing in store

I hear a faint whisper —

“Just a little bit more.”

I look once more, I find a rope

“A thought enters in —

maybe there’s hope

My strength is renewed

As the victory is pursued.

Now the battle starts to rage

Will I find freedom

or stay locked in a cage?

I consider going back

As I remember all I lack.

Fear rises up like a raging storm

I’m paralyzed—unable to perform.

I resign to give up —

There’s nothing in store

I hear a faint whisper —

“Just a little bit more.”

No strength left,

my muscles are sore

My eyes are heavy

but I look once more

A hand of compassion reaches out

Hope takes the place

of fear and doubt.

I pull strength from inside

and reach for the hand

Now I’m entering

into uncharted land.

Should I, could I dare to trust

From all that’s behind

I realize I must.

A scary adventure, oh what a trip

A storm crashes in

our hands start to slip.

I resign to give up —

there’s nothing in store

I hear a faint whisper —

“Just a little bit more.”

I try once more I look around

I begin to hear a startling sound.

I hear encouragers all in one voice

Letting me know I have a choice.

I make a decision once and for all

I’m going to make it up

and over the wall.

The storms come and go

I strive and continue to grow.

The celebration starts

Deep down in my heart.

I know I can face all that’s in store

As long as I give it “a little bit more.”

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