Sometimes I feel
comfortable in pain,
at home in depression,
sheltered by the rain,
Alone when the room is full,
cold when friends are near me,
Blind
when I know I can see.
Sometimes I feel,
tired in the morning
wide awake at night,
Wrong when I know I'm right,
That's just me.
How many poets (sensitive souls that we are) could relate to this? Yes there are times when we feel contrary but oh there is always so much to look forward to. Wishing you a dawn of brilliant sunrise.
Chanti
I can relate to this since I've been in that state. Perhaps all are there at one time or another. I think some of us reside there more than we'd like. Well done, Pierre. Love and peace. Regis
Pierre,
I think we all have those days. Many times, it is our saddest days that move us to write about them, venting for the sake of letting go. Thank you for sharing this visionary write.
Jill
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Chanti
I think we all have those days. Many times, it is our saddest days that move us to write about them, venting for the sake of letting go. Thank you for sharing this visionary write.
Jill
God bless, Pierre!
Sandra.
Sandie May Angel a.k.a. Sandie Angel :o)
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