Unbroken If I should break myself today Unchanged from every burden bare Determined unafraid to say That I shall find the strength to wear Whatever fortune great or small My maker has bestowed on me. By chance wherever I may fall I forge alone my destiny. Then I may find the eyes to see Beyond the trembling darkness My will shall not yet conquer me Until I have shown my greatness. I will not yet abandon you My heart, my soul, my memory I will struggle and stagger through Until at last I shall be free. Oh Slow My Setting Sun Depart Oh slow my setting sun depart As time is far too fast Bereft my broken beating heart So more my will outlast. So more my will outlast my pride Like fleeting fields of frost As shadows fall asleep inside My dreams are never lost. My footsteps fade and wash away So tangled with the tide These trampled tears shall not dismay My strength shall not be tried. My strength shall overcome my fear And mend my beating heart As yet this time shall disappear Oh slow my setting sun depart. The Mistress In The Mist (A true story of North Haven Island, Maine) Have you seen the mistress? The mistress in the mist Resting on a fallen spruce Longing to be kissed… She walks down to the shore And up the dirt drive way. She wanders here forevermore Like it was yesterday, The many men who knew her All have slipped into the sea. While many years have passed her by In lonely misery She has been held captive By the moss and by the mist She searches hopelessly in vein For a love she cannot resist. For a love she has forsaken When her dream, she was denied Though her soul was never taken With the tears she never cried. Even mighty men will fade away As iron turns to rust The mistress in the mist is lost With no one left to trust. With no one left to talk to, With no one left to love. She walks without a shadow Beneath the stars above And somewhere in that forest Smelling like a summer rose The mistress in the mist was found, Still sleeping as she froze. Still sleeping as she passed away, On a quiet moon-lit night She chose to stay among the spruce Turning away from the light. She chose instead to wait for love If choosing love is wrong The mistress in the mist, shall wait Forever, far too long. Andrew Gelinas is a poet living on North Haven Island, Maine. He was born with cerebral palsy. Featured Image: "After the Storm" by William Bradford.