Working’s Enigma

jjulia

 

 It should be easy.

Choose your path of life, 

career, love; 

However, it is complicated. 

Grandparents die, unfunctional relationships wither,

 and there are too many choices.

 

Keep me here in the air here I can 

float in peace, 

Knowing I have a destination.

The clouds do not care, yet they carry a nurturing air to our earth.

I would like to be like the clouds. Always

bright when it is sunny;

but they can carry rain for miles only to drop it onto the earth,

 nurturing the ground with its heavy burdens.

Their darkness gives us rest and its water invigorates.

They are always changing. 

  • Author: julia<3 (Pseudonym) (Offline Offline)
  • Published: February 7th, 2024 21:27
  • Category: Unclassified
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  • John Lee

    A beautiful analogy



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