I used to write hundreds of poems and posted in a site called poetry.com. I started writing at age 10. Recently people have been perusing those poems again so thought I would share one today….
The fears we hold, you cannot sleep.
You toss and turn slipping into the deep….
abyss in your mind as you think and despair
when in truth you only need to repair…
those joys of knowing the Giver of Life,
the One and only who takes away strife.
And yet you dwell in the hell you make
worshiping those gods that are truly fake.
For how can we know our Creator, our Light
until we let go and walk into our night…
the dark of our souls, the pit of our hearts.
Yet once we reach those, we can truly start
to remember our place, that life isn’t a race
but a time to breathe, a time to be relieved,
a time to remember the webs we weave
as we walk our journey through that last night
and into the only true thing…. our Light.
Copyright Material Vallee Rose 2016
Photograph by Vallee Rose New Mexico Sunset
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