There is a gravity to
sadness; it pulls me
downward into a
deep dark well.
I can't climb out.
It's my own private hell.
I pray for levitation.
I jump, only to fall.
I feel forgotten.
I put one foot in
front of the other
and will rise.
I move on.
Hope returns like
a long-lost friend,
and I find my sanctuary.
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Author:
Thomas W Case (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: July 20th, 2024 23:30
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Comments7
The increasing strength gained from small beginnings.
Familiar experience I can relate to, Thomas.
Thank you, Dave. I appreciate it.
Just one step at a time will get you there Thomas.
Andy
Thank you. Much appreciated.
No gravity - you floating about, not swanning around?! lol.
lol
“This too shall pass.” Thank heavens for that, Thomas!
Thanks.
A great metaphor for an important message stated with wonderful imagery. Very nice
Much appreciated.
Hope waits there for us, often in the smallest of places. When we finally see it, it's the light at the end of the tunnel. I love the sentiment of this poem, truer words were never spoken.
Thank you, so much.
Really enjoyed this poem words by words gone under neat my skin... Felt it. And that's what great poetry does. Keep on inking for good.
Definitely. Thank you.
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