In times of darkness
this is the light that feeds my soul
finding its way in through cracks
in the bitter cell my heart calls home
the battle that ensues is great
Grief, Pain, and Sorrow, fierce warriors,
combine forces to extinguish every spark
skimming the walls with layers of blackness
scratching at my heels to pull me further into the beast
Hope is a fragile soldier
Passion, Creativity, Vitality, fierce warriors,
labor together to galvanize my world
scribbling words to form a ladder that leans against the bluest sky
stopping only to savor sweet nibbles of inspiration that turn the tides
a battle won in words and pages
finding its way in through cracks
to inspire a way home
This is the light that feeds my soul
in times of darkness
Image by Predra6_Photos from Pixabay
Prompt: OctPoWriMo 2022 Day 1
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I really enjoyed the flow of this poem. It pulled me through to the end. Well done. So glad you’re on this poetry journey with us at OctPoWriMo.
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Thanks! I look forward to this event every year!
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