A new poet to my site (but it’s pretty obvious that she’s not a new poet!) Life throws us all kinds of curve balls, as well as the ones we clobber ourselves with. I like this offering from Spiritual Anxiety, as I think many of us can relate. But more importantly, the over-arching theme I see is hope.
Slowly wandering through the alley
Of darkness and fears,
And the sound of rain ,
Gently caressing my cheeks,
reminding of the comfort
Of being here and now,-
My blue lips inhale
The cold, poigant air,
Moving down my chest, clawing, as it flows.
But somwhat and how
It pulls me even deeper
Into this endless
I’m walking through the allley
Of broken promises and fears,
Towards the golden light i’m heading,
Sheading tears and crossing fields
It’s a long road ahead of me,
Through thunders and through the storms
But at the end of this alley
There is hope and there are dreams.