In minds that wander, lost in shadows deep,
A world of thoughts, a world of sleep,
Where fears and doubts, like demons, creep,
And darkness reigns, a endless keep.
But then, a light, a glimmer bright,
A beacon in the dark of night,
A chance to heal, a chance to mend,
A chance to let the heart descend.
The mind, a garden, wild and free,
Where flowers bloom, where hope does be,
Where love and joy, they do reside,
And peace, a refuge, does provide.
But when the winds of life do blow,
And storms of sorrow, they do grow,
The mind, it bends, it twists, it turns,
And shadows, they do burn.
Yet, in the depths of darkest night,
A light, a spark, a beacon bright,
A chance to rise, a chance to mend,
A chance to let the heart ascend.
The mind, a journey, long and hard,
Where every step, a challenge marred,
But with each step, a chance to grow,
And find the strength, to let it go.
So let us walk, with hearts so true,
And find the strength, to see us through,
For in the mind, a world of might,
A world of hope, a world of light.
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Great use of rhyme. I like that your poem is filled with hope.
Thank you. Yes I like to think that eventhough we might be going through a hard time at the moment things will get better in the end.
Light and darkness are inseparable.
You need to find a balance to travel from one to other with the power of your words.
And the light shines in darkness; and the darkness comprehended it not.
I real like your poem with a hopeful ending!
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