life will not wait
not for my decision
what it brings me
will be what it is
a day of joy
bright and cheery
a day of sorrow
dark and dreary
I have no choice
no control
those of joy
when they come
they're wonderful
I feel all is well
I see myself
on top of the world
those of sorrow
as if from nowhere
they appear
leaving me sad
lonely
feeling buried
beneath my troubles
no way to rise
not from the spiritual grave
that they dig for me
where is the escape
promised from my youth
where I wonder
is that silver lining
that easement
that is supposed to come
with the storms
my search only leaves darkness
the deep grey of a clouded heart
while the comfort is there
being hidden by my expectations
rather than received through acceptance
Where
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Where
When we speak we are afraid our words will not be heard or welcomed. But when we are silent, we are still afraid. So it is better to speak. ~ Audre Lorde
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Re: Where
The poem asks questions my friend
questions are funny things because they hold the answers in the words . "I"
is like one. When I get blue it is "I" and so to turn loose of my self and join the vast self and rest . it was in a twinkling of an eye the time has flown, to know love is to be reasured that I come from love . love is forever and real , some place in my blue green youth I learned the truth and slipped away , I just come to vist and to say love runs way deep ,rest easy.
questions are funny things because they hold the answers in the words . "I"
is like one. When I get blue it is "I" and so to turn loose of my self and join the vast self and rest . it was in a twinkling of an eye the time has flown, to know love is to be reasured that I come from love . love is forever and real , some place in my blue green youth I learned the truth and slipped away , I just come to vist and to say love runs way deep ,rest easy.
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