Once again
life took turn
we ended
where we started
the battle was lost
the soldier still alive
tattered and tired
covered with wounds
nobody cares
if you survive
the underscore remains
you lost
mustering the courage
hard and difficult
but you practised not to be torn
you wash your wounds
leave them untended
to remind the harshness
you must survive
survive the storms
to live gracefully
one fine day
when sun shall shine overhead
wearing the crown of sola overhead….
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spilleronsheet (
Offline) - Published: June 22nd, 2022 22:59
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Each day is wonderful spilleronsheet and we will survice them.
Andy
Now the hope is fading too fast dear Andy…
That it most definitely did, turn after turn but hopefully now I've found cruise control!
Great read and good to see you my friend, I always see your crown from my angel.
Good to hear that you found your cruise control…I am still searching and I don’t know how long will this continue…
Survival is indeed a prime motivator. Heroes are remembered by most once or twice a year but they are dead history unless you fought alongside them.
Many storms confront every life. We have a choice. Do we confront the storms head on (risky) or batten down the hatches and ride it out?
You very well dissected and placed the dilemmas, the situation…..yes, clearly its a choice whether to fight head on or batten the hatches…and I shall remember to confront them…
Along with reading the words of desiderata and calming the mind to work again with all might….thanks dear dusk for providing me the answers with your questions…
life-affirmingly, empowering!
'if you survive
the underscore remains
you lost
mustering the courage
hard and difficult
but you practised not to be torn
you wash your wounds
leave them untended
to remind the harshness
you must survive
survive the storms
to live gracefully'..
onwards then, dear Poet
lets see what this twisted Fate
has to throw at us
knowing, its all
been seen before
felt, before
and survived, before
by someone, who existed
before antibiotics
and credit cards
and freedom, to choose
our paths in life..
yeah, You've got this!
aim high
fall hard and brush yourself off
then soar, ever higher
laughing
at how simple it all becomes
when you believe in yourself
and forgive, yourself!
I heed to your advice, find the soothing words….thanks a small word for this beautiful cheer you wrote…like an angel moving your wand…yep, I will affirm, brush off the dust and start again…despite the fall, I shall spring to bloom again….shining high bright in sky…singing the words of Longfellow inside….thanks dear Mek, for this beautiful advice….
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