Beacon of Introspection
When opaque nights are starless, and gloomy days hazy,
to steer the astray life through the mist of maze isn’t easy.
When garden flowers turn pale, and pasture grass brown,
secret tears fill the infinite sea within for hopes to drown.
When the assigned road to travel is long, and the time finite,
the agitated mind loses focused vision of wisdom for insight.
The pathway turns into a river, curving the course of its own,
I sail sanguine to the ordained destination, not yet known.
I don’t measure the space, and the time, take the route as set,
across the stardust-draped nights, and the sunburst days, I get.
I don’t ask the purpose of the journey, for I won’t ever know,
travel along the valley of flowers and on the verdant meadow.
I don’t sink hope in deep abyss of despair, but travel content
on the segment of the new road I pave in my time present,
kindling in my mind a beacon of introspection to light the inside,
in the reflection I see the corridor to the abode of bliss to reside.
October 29, 2020
Contest : Inward Reflections
Sponsor : Chantelle Anne Cooke
Post Comments
Poetrysoup is an environment of encouragement and growth so only provide specific positive comments that indicate what you appreciate about the poem. Negative comments will result your account being banned.
Please
Login
to post a comment
Turn off ads, get more exposure for your poetry, and get more features with a
Premium Membership.
