It upsets
it throbs
it drains you out
and leaves you
worn out.
All that time
and vigor
the toil
the aspirations…
all for zilch.
It distresses you
further than the point
of desolation
it slays a tad of you
within.
It troubles you
derides you
It makes you
inquire numerous
unanswerable questions
It examines your
conviction.
You descend to a
deep low
a profundity you
weren’t aware of before
a gloom
so black
that you feel
numb in its
unsighted calm.
But you’re a warrior
a survivor
an obstinate child of a gun
you brood awhile
but then
you clean yourself off
and haul yourself up
back into the
sunshine.
You smell the
freshness of spring
and savor the
droplets of mist
Yet again.
You smirk back
at the flowers
and seize yourself
singing with the
birds flickering by.
You have a new prospect
it is a new day
and life
has after all
Just begun.
Life bounces back
Just like a Boomerang
Keep Reading!
Auteur
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