There was a brief moment in my life
where I lost touch with my own soul
I couldn’t recognize myself
and every time I opened my eyes
all I could see; all I could feel was struggle
struggle through the dense fog
that life sometimes piles upon our roads
potholes a plenty
if I didn't suffocate in the fog
I could have easily been swallowed up
by one of those potholes
but I didn't, because when I needed it most
I found my strength and courage
and now on occasion
when I find the dense fog in front of me
once more
and the potholes underneath my feet
I remember what I learnt
avoiding them
to keep on walking without a fall
keeping my head high, remembering
they are just a test, a test
that will bring my poetry to its finest
one day far from now
sharing with others
others who have felt the dense fog
and who like me have avoided
being swallowed by the potholes
that life sometimes digs for all of us
because…
if I can re-find my lost soul
everyone can.
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Author:
Teddy.15 (
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- Comment from author about the poem: for Bella and anyone else, like me who has felt lost. ❤️
- Category: Reflection
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- Users favorite of this poem: sorenbarrett, GenXer Shamrocker ☘️, Accidental Poet, Cassie58, Thomas W Case
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Comments7
a very touching, moving write Teddy.
a poem to read and live through,
many times.
which, of course....I will.
So very kind dear Melvin, most of us I do believe. Watch out for those potholes and know you are never alone. 🌹
Wonderful words Teddy, no matter how many problems we come across on our life's pathway there is always a new path to be found which will lead us into a better future.
Andy
Coming from you dear Andy it means a lot. Thank you very much 🌹
Teddy I have to periodically search for mine it tends to wander and like a small child gets into all kinds of mischief when not suppervised. I now keep it on a short leash. A poem of self understanding in that existential search for self
Yes and thank you with all my heart as always dearest sorrenbarret as I know it is a battle that is really never ending. Biggest of hugs 🤗 💙
So kind of you to write this for Bella and anyone who has traveled that road of fog and potholes. Always believe there is a beacon of light there to help find your way. 🌹
Always my dear A.P thank you dear friend. 🌹
Do we not give to ourselves when we give to others? I'm sure someone wise and famous must have made that quote, but still I believe it to bare some truth. 🙂
Yes you made it the quote 🤣
I couldn't have made it, I'm not wise or famous. 😅
You are famous here my dear friend 🌹
(sniff sniff) I better shower. 🤣
Dear Teddy, I love how you have used potholes here as a metaphor and thrown in too the thick fog to highlight the struggle many feel in life. You conveyed that so well. It’s lovely of you to mention Bella and others who are currently experiencing that emptiness. That shows your wonderful caring nature. One step at a time, I always say. A great read. Have s beautiful day Teddy. 🌹🏴
Thank you dear Cassie I wrote this yesterday before I saw Bella's post, so I really thought it was worth sharing, so happy you agree thank you dear friend. 🌹🏴
Beautiful, sweet Teddy. I think everyone has been lost whether they admit it or not.
My dear Thomas, takes a lot to admit it but yes, I agree. Thank you dearest Thomas. 🌹
I sure hope you are right.
Dan, having spent time in the military, I suspect you have seen things and they have stuck with you throughout your life. I have never been to war, my war is with love. Thank you dearest Dan 🌹
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