Brightest Of All Horizons

Charles Edward York

 

 

The hardest of all times

Come when the night is darkest,

Imitation of the void,

Gravity of limbo,

Where feet fly free

But fail to find steady ground.

Misery attaches to

Emotions once shiny

Only to surprisingly

Turn to rust or dust.

 

Grieving has no clock

But just like night it does have

An inevitable ending

A river whose departure

Opens to a ocean,

Possibilities from

A pillow of painful tears,

Awakening rising stars

Transforming defeat into

The narrative of a local hero.

 

A champion triumphs

From overcoming defeat

Having built winning

From lessons of loss

The student embraces

Learning before dawn

Applying oneself

As daring meets fortune

Faith applies focus

To the brightest of all horizons!

 

Copyright © 2022 Charles Edward York

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  • Published: April 4th, 2022 01:06
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  • jarcher54

    Happy birthday CEY!

  • jarcher54

    A very sobering and interesting description of a common experience. You are good at that. I appreciate the catalog of impressions... imitation of the void, gravity of limbo. Thanks for posting this. It was a deep if short reverie.



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