The wind's softness
Touches my face
With invisible fingers of delight.
Doves coo bringing
Sparkle to the forest's flight.
Shamelessly lazy
My cats doze in the shadow
Of a barely moving day.
Dust and clutter
Are all around my yawning house.
But I do not care
And flutter about humming anyway.
My soul feels light
All worries far away
Songs all around me
I'll let them stay.
Spring is here
I feel strong
All darkness' claws and grip are gone.
Trudi Ralston.
March 21st, 2009.
No crisis lasts forever, no pain lasts endlessly, all things, good and bad, come to an end, eventually. I wrote this poem in a moment of insight that if you just endure, your struggles will, one way or another, come to and end, and you will find peace.
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