If my life was a ship, it would probably sink. If there was no floor, bottom would be no more. The abyss would swallow, to an endless hollow, I would not follow.
Not being a sinkable icon, strongly I float upon. Realizing my ifs, lossens up my stiffs. My weaknesses speak, as my strengths peak.
Lifes fragility is known, still I'm not thrown. My fragility weighs, but my positivity pays. My ship could sink, not as long as my brain can think.
The captivating music of birds and the enchanting beauty of roses have, each in their own right, inspired people around the world for as long as anyone can remember. How the two combine with the challenges faced by a struggling writer in Georgia to c
Thank you - a very well stated message!
ShyPoet1
If that is all we can do is think and to stay on top of this world.......this is what we need to do!!
Bittersweet write my friend!!
THINK!!!!!!
Love Tinka
I doubt very much that you would sink....
floria