The Alley

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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.

the alley

Slowly wandering through the alley

Of darkness and fears,

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Silent footsteps

And the sound of rain ,

Gently caressing my cheeks,

reminding of the comfort

Of being here and now,-

Again

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My blue lips inhale

The cold, poigant air,

Moving down my chest, clawing, as it flows.

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But somwhat and how

It pulls me even deeper

Into this endless

despair

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I’m walking through the allley

Of broken promises and fears,

Towards the golden light i’m heading,

Sheading tears and crossing fields

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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.

Author: dawnlizjones

Tends toward TMI, so here's the short list: guitar and banjo (both of which have been much neglected as of late), bicycling (ibid), dogs, very black tea, and contemplating and commenting on deep philosophical thoughts about which I have had no academic or professional training. Oh, also reading, writing, but I shy away from arithmetic. View all posts by dawnlizjones