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.
