Category: Writers Block
tHERE#S A LIGHT AT THE END OF THE DARKNESS:
nO MATTER HOW BAD YOU FEEL:
yOU MAY NOT SEE IT IF YOU#RE IN THE DARKNESS;
BUT WHEN IT#S THERE YOU WILL SEE THAT IT#S REAL:
eVEN IN YOUR DARKEST DAYS
WHEN YOU FEEL THERE IS NOTHING TO LIVE FOR;
JUST TRY NOT TO WORRY TOO MUCH;
#CAUSE THE LIGHT IS THERE; THAT#S FOR SURE:
i KNOW THAT; BECAUSE i#VE BEEN THERE;
ALMOST FELT LIKE MY LIFE HAS TO END;
BUT WHEN i THOUGHT THERE#S NO HOPE;
THE LIGHT CAME; AND THE DARKNESS WENT:
Inesle, I think you said it all when you have mentioned to the effect that having as it were something to live for, having purpose, and too when love enters and hope abounds then a spark giving radiance comes into our lives... Life Flow on. Connie
I understand the reasons for this type of poetry but it's still very patronising
Well Inesle, I should like to add a bit more as I have continued to think on this writing of yours this day that to me what it is you are saying can be taken on various levels of thot. One would be the level of “The Religious, The Spiritual as it were,” while another level would speak to the “status of the eyes, the amount of light entering, I suppose” while on other levels this writing gives me to continue on to consider that your words speak so much that hope abounds and is greater then the obstacles in life that beset each one of us. Sometimes, more often than not, the journey is long and tedious and relief seems farther removed than even the closest dream and so much so that somewhere even the dreams get away from us, kinda like how as a child holds strings with balloons attached, each balloon a dream, and at some point the hand tiring and the string of balloons released into the heavens. The dreams are still there only no longer many times can the tug of them be felt as airlifted from us. Yet still way way up up way beyond the deepest night the dreams, the hopes still linger. All may seem so despairingly bleak and then in the mist of the heartache, the pain and the struggle something happens that oft can not be explained and there is that moment when there is a turn-around-for-the-betterment in our lives. From some an unexpected source there is for many times a hand extended from another that gives to us that needed comfort or what it is that truly is needful. In the valleys that shadow hopelessness and death and knowing not what way to turn, someone is there, something is there… hope is presented to us. Someone else as it were may even hand us a balloon with a string attached. Grab hold! *smile* It does mean staying the course, the journey that we have been granted to travel, and in our search at long last finding…. Life Flows on. Connie
I was talking about the hope, the love ... not in a spiritual way. Not only. Love and hope in general. But you are right, it can mean a lot.
OH and by the way sorry that my caps was on while I wrote this. I was embarressed after that.
No need for embarressment...may you continue in writing to give expression to your thot. Connie
Thank you. I will. Eve nthough I guess my German writing is way, way better *lol*.