I searched amongst the flowers and trees
Looking for my chosen field
I found myself upon my knees
With eyes shut tight to form a shield.
I climbed steep hills and mountaineered
Whenever boulders blocked my way
I stood alone as I had feared
When darkness dimmed the light of day.
I carried water in a flask
A note pad and a pen to write
I hoped the questions on my head
Might be answered through this night.
I was alone but not afraid
Yet pleased to see the dawning break
I thought about decisions made
And more than one futile mistake.
I meditated by a stream
With water running crystal clear
I felt relaxed and in a dream
The answers started to appear.
I hold the future in my hands
There's nothing that I can't achieve
Success awaits its first command
In I at last I do believe...
- Author: davidbrailsford ( Offline)
- Published: January 29th, 2025 13:44
- Category: Unclassified
- Views: 11
Comments2
Great write
A really nice poem, that it is our hands and control to what we make of life, enjoyed the read.
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