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| Salvador Dali, art.com |
SOMETIMES
I am often misunderstood
Underestimated and even lied to
Because I do not speak a word
You may think I am a fool
That’s ok, maybe I should care
But I do not
Maybe it should hurt
But feels more like a joke
Mama did not raise a simpleton
Sometimes I’m still learning myself
At times there is a complex weaving
And other times I put it all to rest
All a part of absorbing
Filling myself up to fill in the empty space
Sometimes it makes me sick
Other times it inspires me to create
Those moments make me fly like a bird
Then send me crashing to the earth
Multitude of highs and lows
That is how I ultimately grow
Enjoy the journey while it lasts
Like all things
This too shall pass
Hate to think of a second I may have missed
I know it is inevitable
Can’t always win
Sure is nice when you open your eyes and see the sunrise
And sometimes on a lonely dark night
Nothing shines but the moon
Well, that can be really nice too
A warm dry air caressing my skin
Sometimes being alone does not equal loneliness
R.Hosking
© 2017
EXPERIENCE THE STORM FOR YOURSELF!
A very powerful poem. I admire all the flying you do from adversity. Your Mama raise you strong and is, I am sure, so proud of her fighter of a daughter. Continue to fly high Rebecca.
ReplyDeletethank you for always faithfully being there and reading, I am so happy you enjoy it.
ReplyDeleteI so do. I admire your writing hugely whether that be poetry, song ir article. I never fail to be touched deeply.
ReplyDeletethat means a lot to me. Thank you!
ReplyDeleteAnother wonderful piece of writing. You never cease to amaze me
ReplyDeleteAnother wonderful piece of writing. You never cease to amaze me
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