Frail but yet so full of power and meek
Strong but yet so fast it can become weak
They say that your weakness is not your past
But the impressions it leave always last
Alone in the dark and cold world you are
Looking and searching for a purpose or a shooting star
Life is not so easy as it seems to one
One wrong pull and the thread is undone
Fret not my child for I am near to you
Watching and guiding everything you do
For today may seem very solemn and grim
Tomorrow will hold prosperity and a win
Go now and take up your bag and water pail
To the highroads the mountain paths and trails
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Author:
Heart of Ice (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: March 14th, 2021 15:31
- Comment from author about the poem: This poem was a piece I wrote after my fathers death, I was in a really bad place and need help. Thankfully through writing I was able to get it, I found many persons who helped me. So this poem holds a very emotional place to me.
- Category: Spiritual
- Views: 33
- User favorite of this poem: Mad Matt Rambles.
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Comments3
Very good words LP, he will always be there with you as you travel through your life.
Welcome to MPS.
A fine write LP.
Beautifully written.
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