When I am lagged behind,
By despair and its kind,
And frustration knocks at my door;
When try as I might,
I cannot let go of fright,
And all I can do is look down at the floor;
I close my eyes,
And heave in a deep sigh,
And then i feel the rise -
Of a spirit in me,
Undaunted, unmoved,
Burning with passion and desire,
Waiting to see,
The dawn of a new day,
As moments pass by,
I can feel it make its way,
Through the clutter in my mind,
Freeing itself slowly
From the cords and thoughts that bind
It in me.
It is then that I realize,
This spirit,
Free it was, is and will be,
It just waits for the perfect melody.
So all I need to do is keep my calm,
And write, my way, my life's-story.
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HOPE
Poetry˚*•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙*˚ Hope is the silver lining to the dark cloud, When you dream, you know that it's the hope in you shouting out loud. This is just a collection of some of the poems that I did make, And this will, from your precious time, dear readers, j...
