FOLLOWING

shadow424

winds beckoned

me to follow,

like a summons

for a life lived,

questioning why

and what for

as the coin slips

to the fountain,

a small price

for hope

against the dark

where memories

haunt the

believer to

unfold the seasons

watered with

the wealth of

breaking ground,

breaking hearts,

crying and growing

and harvests

yet to come

  • Author: shadow424 (Offline Offline)
  • Published: August 16th, 2021 21:24
  • Category: Unclassified
  • Views: 23
  • Users favorite of this poem: L. B. Mek
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  • L. B. Mek

    we must believe in ourselves
    even if failure is what's seemingly awaiting
    around every corner of our toiling,
    because only by Following our instincts
    and striving
    for what we can't explain clearly
    or word poetically eloquent,
    do we get to experience
    the many rewarding surprises of life,
    (a really empowering message
    worded so accessibly relatable
    thank you for sharing)

    • shadow424

      Thank you for your kind words and support



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