In your youth, you crossed the road
to reach the street with multiple lights.
You were sovereign.
You saw colors, lines, and global arches--
You were an artist.
And one day the sun no longer stroked your face
and a foul voice said it was time to dim your ease.
You could perceive the shore,
but you would miss the ocean...
and you resented the sentence--the ocean,
the lights, the lines, and the arches.
You were down on a night without a moon.
and the abyss crawled into your spirit.
After years, one day in the fall you stood near a tree
and a leaf fell into your hands
and you felt enlightened
and you found yourself holding the leaf
and discovering a new world on its underside ...
a freeway of imperceptible indentations
bringing life to the mother leaf.
And that is when in your heart you felt
the anointing of the unseen.
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| Writing Prompt |
Write a poem, in any format, on the subject of Hope, for these traumatic times we are all experiencing. |
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