Its gracious,
That is get to wake up in my bed
Every morning,
The only draw back is the dread
In my head.
Trying to combat the thoughts
Running around my mind,
Pushing me to be grateful,
For the moments I find.
I know life isn't perfect
Or finite,
But its our light,
That makes us content.
I breathe in,
I breathe out,
I take each minute, hour, day
By the hand,
And lead in the direction,
I hope to stay.
I am hopeful,
I am curious,
I am afraid,
But I am willing,
To suffer on and suffer through,
Journey after journey,
To learn myself through and through,
Drawbacks may come,
Devastation my stay,
I will and I must, try to be present each day.
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Author:
Sayjáy (Pseudonym) (
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- Comment from author about the poem: Open to each individual interpretation.
- Category: Reflection
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Comments3
Tenacity, the name of the game.
Perseverance and stick too it. Nicely written
Great poem! I think the changing of the seasons brings the introspective thought that leads to poems like this. Keep it up 🙂
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