Writing Out Sorrow

When I was a child
I could be enticed
by the sway of every
empty insecure vice.

Cold side-streets
that I’ve walked alone;
found did I a
vessel to call my home.

Every room I ventured
I heard voices emplore.
Screaming and weeping
behind heavy doors.

Everywhere around
where weeping dwelled,
people did despair.
So to my knees I fell.

Then I found peace
within the devotion.
So I decided to share
the humbling motion.

A place was within me that
was a source of insecurity.
So I chose a vessel of faith
to soften burden’s enmity.

We all have demons
but we must learn
to look within to see
what our heart’s yearn.

Alone leaves many
unable to fully cope.
So we must reach out
to others for hope.

Every person is part;
dreamers of tomorrow.
Share with me a pen
to strike out the sorrow.

2 Comments Add yours

  1. I love your work…the concept of changing to “open new doors.” I live my life that way, always trying to change the way I do things, even when it’s uncomfortable, in order to get new amazing results. Thanks for sharing your thoughts and words.

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    1. Thank you awakening wildflower. That’s really nice of you to say. I deeply appreciate it. 😁

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