Myriad emotions, but one saturates …

often I wonder,
with this skeptical heart, I pray
for this life, night and day;
on the edge of the sword,
without the slightest control
of how the journey will unwind.

I wish I could be bold;
but even on that ninth cloud,
a fear always shrouds:
what if I fall down in a heap?
on the threshold might beโ€ฆ
dreams on one side,
hopelessness on the other.

in this skeptical heart
where myriad emotions reside,
joy, despair, anger, even pride,
with sighs, often I wonder:
why only fear saturates?
do I tell myself once more
that all of this is but fate?

Shared with Sunday Whirl (Wordle 104), Poets United (Poetry Pantry), Imaginary Garden With Real Toads (Open Link Monday), d’Verse Poets (Open Link Night) and as participation for Blogging from A to Z Day 13 = Letter M..

(April 15th, 2013)

Poetry & writing 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.

22 thoughts on “Myriad emotions, but one saturates …”

  1. Beautiful and I read a long poem from you after a loooooong time!!
    Loved this one immensely!! You have outdone yourself here…. ๐Ÿ™‚

  2. Hi Leo ~~ I like this idea of praying with a skeptical heart. A little like perhaps the prayer might or might not be answered.
    Your prayer is for healings and protection like. Mine, tongue in cheek was for a lot of stuff, big stuff. Surely all that stuff really was not needed.

  3. A not so silent plea from a skeptical heart. As long as we are skeptical we won’t be disappointed if prayers aren’t answered , except that doesn’t work does it? A good write,,,

  4. You deftly share fear and anxiety about control and future. On a personal note, I remind myself that fear is the opposite of love and find it easier to release the notion of being afraid.

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