When the fog of fear
blurs my course
I look for the light
in my minds verse
When doubt’s tainted odour
or anger’s snarling ogre
clouds maturity
into obscurity
If depression’s smog
becomes obsession, and flogs
our confidence in the future…
Be it a delight
or a curse
I am destined to search
for things of worth
in people, situations
In the murkiest location
there is always that which shines
amongst the grime, seek even the finest line
of grace, integrity, goodness, being kind…
Behold you shall find
Should out of the mud, emerge a Lilliputian lotus
one can cultivate perception, to notice
A spark of hope may be kindled to faith
that the future may be great!
Why narrow the depth of field
When so much more could yield
from harvesting a beneficial mind
Fates aren’t sealed or signed
Cannot anything be healed, given time?
I sure hope this rhyme was worth the climb 🙂
Beautiful 🙂
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Thank you so much. ❤
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Thank you ❤
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“I am destined to search for things of worth…” Thank you for highlighting the theme: Look for the Silver Lining.
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I’m glad you liked it. Thanks for your kind words. 🙂
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Yes time heals everything. Lovely poem …. Definitely worth the climb! 😊
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Thank you so much Maria. 😀
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Your optimism is infectious. I’m of a like mind. 🙂 ❤
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You sure are! Thanks so much. ❤ 😀
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