She asked herself what was wrong with her
More times than she could count
And each time the answer was the same
There was none...
Why did she feel so much?
Care too much
And love so much
Why?
So much
Yet nothing was ever enough
Nothing was ever right
Still... she tried not to forget
That it can't always be night
And she prayed that someday
Everything would be filled with light
Wardah, Thank you for this intimate poem with its contrast between the darkness of night and the coming of the day: with all that is harrowing in those dark hours. The title of the poem really caught my eye. Keith
Believe in yourself Wardah, you will see brilliant light break through the gloom of darkness because you deserve it.
Agony will turn to ecstasy. Be patient. This is the period of transition.
Raj
Nicola Beckett
Sat 7th Oct 2017 04:38
Lovely, there is always an end to the night! and nights are necessary they provide rest x
Thanks Hannah!
<Deleted User> (18118)
Fri 6th Oct 2017 21:20
Very moving.
Hannah
If you wish to post a comment you must login.
This site uses cookies. By continuing to browse, you are agreeing to our use of cookies.
Wardah
Tue 10th Oct 2017 22:29
Thank you very much for the comments Keith, Raj and Nicola xxo
With the white thread of dawn comes beautiful sunlight ?