Though life has dealt this hand
A hand that has one a round
The game is yet to come to fruition
Doors are open to proceed
Time is at it's own
It does not wait
What is next?
Which door to enter?
It has been draining...
To the point of this
Frustration has set
Overshadows desire
The doors that are before
Is what has come
It is now finished
Restoration
I know who I am
I know what I do
I know where I want to go
No question...
This was in need
I see that now
Flow from the pen
Restoration
I'm linking this to Thursday Poets Rally week 41
5 comments:
well done..
enjoyed your confidence.
Cheers.
I love that feeling of being restored. Nice poem!
Thank you Jingle...I'm forcing my confidence to the surface :-)
Paula, it truly was a peaceful feeling...thank you.
Ah, we knock many doors before our effort come to fruition! I enjoyed your confidence in the flow! It showed!
Rally Week 41 - My Poetry
Thanks Vinay, I love coming through trials with a positive attitude.
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