A book to house all my Poetic Explorations |
| The world was grey like a canvas washed with rain, My spirit dampened, where joy was a distant flare. Each step was a struggle, burdened by the strain Of doubts and fears, a soul adrift in a nightmare. But then a whisper as soft as summer breeze, Stirred in the depths like a flicker of light. And hope was a fragile seed, began to please, Pushing through shadows, yearning for the bright. Gone are the dark clouds that had me blind, The sun breaks through - a golden, warm embrace. A newfangled strength, a purpose I can find, A smile returns to my long-weary face. The path ahead, though winding, now seems clear, Life once bleak, now vibrant where sorrows disappear. WRITTEN FOR: ""Like a Song" Poetry Contest" | "Poetic Traditions Poetry Contest " PROMPT: Gone are the dark clouds that had me blind LINE COUNT: 14 lines |