When your spirit longs
To soar free
To turn every facet
To mine the depths of doubt
That lays siege to your soul
Those shadows that dance
On the mirrors of your mind
To obscure your dreams
To escape the depths that stir
In every dark moment
Of yearning
To break your spirit
Yet there it lies
A gift of expectancy
Hovering beyond all reason
That place where triumph
Rises to beckon
You one more time
To see the victory
Over adversity
Salvage your spirit
Conquer the fear
To find in those valleys
And high mountains
Where hope lives
Waiting for you
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I was just thinking about your posted picture. It looks like you could be in a nice cozy sports pub knocking back a pint or two. What a great place in which to write a poem or tell a tall tale. Either way, cheers to ya, I hope 2020 brings you lots of laughter so you can keep on writing. Much Love to you, Ed
Ron