Just one more day
in the grind, in the bind,
and the voice in your mind
seems to whisper,
“Never let go”
Try as you may,
you can’t rest in one place,
your heart seems to wander
no matter how still your
feet stay
Late, late at night
the process unfolds,
it flows and it grows
through fingers and toes
‘til it reaches the heart
of the matter
The blank page inside you
longs to be written
your heart spills its ink
on the landscape
of life
Through all of your foibles,
your fallacies and farces,
the path in your heart is still
inky and wet
Freshly drawn, slightly smudged,
but still good as new
patiently, quietly nudging you
home
©SpiritLed 2014
This poem touched my heart and soul!
Great true message delivered with well-crafted writing. Thank you!
what timing for this. I may as well have written it, it says just how I feel…we are kindred spirits! Thank you for a touching poem.
Yes! as I like to say “creativity doesn’t care how old you are, it just wants to CREATE!”