I interrupt this normally scheduled “Not-My-Poetry” day for a poem of my ow-em. All you true poets (consult list below), go easy on me.
What is real life without struggle,
And is courage true without fear?
There is no movement without friction.
It is loss that reveals what is dear.
And PS—Doubt makes really good fuel for faith, but I ran out of rhymes….
For some honest poets, check out these sites:
And for today’s REAL poem, it’s Mitch Teemley! (It’ll be posted later this evening!)
THANKS to the ones who
our lives with their words!