For What I Did Look…

I was sad, I looked around me,
For something to brighten my day,
A little candle, to glow near,
For in the dark, I had lost my way.

I saw a candle burning near,
It’s did make me think of this,
It kills itself, yet shows others light,
It inspired me, showed me bliss.

I was worried, I had no shoes,
But then I saw, someone lame,
His blessing, it made me see,
The courage He gave to me,
To rise like a phoenix from the flame

When I was about to give up,
I saw a spider, the web it had spun,
It never abandoned hope in vain,
When a strand broke, it started again,
Till it was done with that which it had begun

I bent down and felt, a touch-me-not,
It closed itself when it sensed my touch,
Yet when the morning next, I did look,
It was back to itself, I thought I mistook,
Its blooming again did inspire me much.

I heard the mighty roar, of the stream nearby,
In its meandering waters, I could see,
Many a rock, standing in its clear path,
Yet it went over it all, making them feel its wrath,
Its ease over troubles, it inspired me.

I looked for inspiration, a positive guide,
I found it in the moon, and in the ebbing tide,
I saw all these sights, the beauty that it took,
What I did see depended on for what I did look.



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Poetry & writing to me are to me, a breath of fresh air in a life that is sometimes covered by the smoke of sorrow or self doubt. They also become the sweets I share to celebrate when life offers me a reason to. But most of all, they are to me, my life. For each word I write is a piece of my heart, a thought that just had to find its way into the world.

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