dark nights
and overcast days
of the soul
come and go like the tides--
barely apologetic,
drought and dry,
or suddenly flooded--
trembling and afraid
in the back of the cave
seeking safety
striving for some small sight
crouching in the damp and musty corner
not knowing
there is life
outside.
3 comments:
Beautiful write!
Short Poems
Thanks so much, Marinela!
Beautifully captured!
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