Faraway hazes fade,
Unreachable
Being blurs and blends,
Unfathomable
Who will whisper me some Truth?
The happy orchestra perched ‘pon trees?
Who will preach to me of Use?
The raging roar of mighty seas?
Who will win when from myself I lose?
The last lingering hope of
Peace?
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When all that's left is truth
Bravo! This is an awesome write Sylvia so soul searching... it bleeds with honesty to the stillness of the end
Excellent!
Thank you
I had a blurry feeling and it was all I could muster
ANGELA HERE ~ Thanks for sharing SYLVIA ! A very heart searching Poem. We all face periods in our lives ~ which are Unreachable & Unfathomable ! The Seas roar and the last lingering Hope of Peace is lost ! BUT take heart & keep searching ! In my experience the periods of DESPAIR pass and HOPE prevails ! Im 31 and have wanted to be married and start a Family for the last ten years ~ but Potential Husbands ~ came & went ! BUT I met BRIAN over three years ago and we are getting married in APRIL ~ AMEN
Blessings & Peace & Joy
Love ANGELA 🧡🧡🧡
I guess knowing what you want is a start...
I am coming to terms at almost 40 with the disconnect which may just be part of who I’m meant to be.
I hope to accept myself.
To feel less distant from my being and from the ashes
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