somewhere
between free
and incarcerated
I found a little peace
somewhere
slathered in paint
and wanderlust
somewhere
slathered in paint
and wanderlust
I lost a little piece
long ago
in a different world
in a different life
long ago
in a different world
in a different life
I’ve got a little piece
I’m working on
perfecting it so I
can be better.
I’m working on
perfecting it so I
can be better.
I found a little piece
inside myself
it was dying but I
breathed a little life into it
inside myself
it was dying but I
breathed a little life into it
I call that little piece
Hope.
Hope.
Hope is that snowball you can grow into something really big.... love your little piece.
ReplyDeleteslathered in paint and wanderlust... that's the piece (peace) I'd accept without a murmur!
ReplyDeleteI absolutely love this! Hope is something we can't live without.. even the smallest trace of it can help us achieve our dreams ..no matter how impossible they might seem.💞 Welcome to Poetry Pantry!
ReplyDeleteIt is good to find HOPE inside oneself! And, hopefully, the hope will find a fertile place to live and grow.
ReplyDeleteI resonate with all of this, the finding of the missing piece. I love that it is Hope. Lovely to read you. Hope you keep coming back.
ReplyDeleteI found that piece too and oh it is essential isn't it! Gorgeous poem filling me with peace and hope....loved it!
ReplyDeleteFantastic work.
ReplyDeleteThis is delightful to read – and tongue-in-cheek clever, but not at the expense of the meaning.
ReplyDeleteThis is gorgeous and quite clever. Love the photo.
ReplyDeleteHope will carry you to where you need to go.
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