The Path

Teddy.15


 

 
I won't let my soul
die for you
I won't let the dark set it's true 
 
the sun comes up
and the moon leaves for day
all the birds sing 
the day isn't gray 
 
lost I have been 
but I've found my way back
through thick fog 
and hailstones
and dark clouds of black  
 
the rain now has faded 
sun now is bright 
I've fought my way here 
I've won this great fight. 
 



 
 
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  • sorenbarrett

    A wonderful poem of finding oneself and one's way. There is a sense of brightness and hope in this

    • Teddy.15

      Thank you so much dear sorrenbarret 🌹

      • sorenbarrett

        You are most welcome Teddy

      • Paul Bell

        Through the darkness I've found the light.
        Some journeys you must take to fully understand life.

        • Teddy.15

          I guess even all the journeys, thank you so much dear Paul 🌹

        • Tristan Robert Lange

          Dearest Teddy, this really moved me. There’s such hard-won hope in these lines...not the easy kind, but the kind that fights its way back through storm after storm. And my God...that painting makes me want to walk that path immediately...with lots of water and a sunbrella for the less-than-hospitable sun! The warmth and openness of it feels like the poem itself comes to life. Beautiful work, my friend. 🌹🖤🙏🕯️🐦‍⬛

          • Teddy.15

            I seem to have my fair share of life's humour so I may as well bring it all to life with a positive spin. Tristan your words of empathy and compassion are truly worth gold my friend, thank you so very much. 🌹

          • Goldfinch60

            That light will always be there for you Teddy, as it is for me.

            Andy

            • Teddy.15

              I'm an incredibly positive person with the glass half full always, just like you, they can't keep a good Libra down! Thanks dear Andy. 🌹

            • Thomas W Case

              Sweet Teddy, this Feels like a fight through weather and doubt—raw, stubborn, and refusing to go quietly into the dark.
              There’s grit in the climb back to light, like someone dragging themselves forward and calling it victory because it had to be.

              • Teddy.15

                I want to do more with my life, I want to be a songwriter I'm just airing my thoughts. 🤣



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