I am blessed
and I am thankful.
But why then,
is my heart
filled with longing;
why is my mind restless,
seeking and searching
for something
like a weary traveler
seeking an oasis
in the endless desert of life,
why don't I realise
that life is a mirage...
why am I lost in the
musings of a wandering soul
restless, my heart fluttering
like a bird in a cage..
I know not.
I just know that
I should do my best,
for I am blessed
and I thank the lord
for all the blessings.
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Author:
Jay (Pseudonym) (
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- Comment from author about the poem: Always count your blessings.
- Category: Reflection
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Comments6
You sit still and take stock of your blessings but still there is something missing. Or is it somebody missing. A quandary indeed.
Maybe writing more poetry on this subject will help, poetry is so cathartic.
Those blessings are yours and that search in life will find you more and they too can be brought into such wonderful words like these are Jayasree.
Andy
Good write J.
Love this one Jayasree, completely relatable
Thank you all so much. Some days it's like that, but one gets over it. Writing and doing things which you like a lot gets you back on your feet in no time. We are resilient.
The answer you seek ….. is still elusive,
Your ending lines……..are all conclusive.
Thank you. That's nice , a very poetic comment. 🙂
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