Contemplation Is a Heartfelt Thing

On wings of twilight her hopes flew away As day eagerly swam into night Simply had not been a wonderful day Stars in the sky were a glorious sight Filling ethereal heavens completely Showing her optimism so sweetly Feelings of pure love were in the air Could she forgive herself? Would she dare? Evil doubts within her soul began to ring. Her emotions were not easy to share Contemplation is a heartfelt thing. She sat by river on the south side bay Figuring out how to make angry thoughts right Gentle ideas escaping for sighs far away Glowing in her dendrites, bits but so bright. Plugging in gaps ever so casual and neatly, In a manner as to not defeat thee, Yes she had been betrayed, flayed full bare. Could she release this anger now? Could she dare? She had been the victim of a masochist’s fling This humiliation she was not ready to share. Contemplation is a heartfelt thing. Gathered sorrowful ideas in a unique new way. Determined to obliterate the blight. Exploded with truth, mighty pen had its say. She wrote down sad feelings into the night. Enjoying her perch down by the sea, And shade of a tiny bonsai tree, Self feelings smiled, she remembered to care. She had been lured to an evil one’s lair. Feelings of worthlessness began to sing. Forgiveness of self is now parading in air. Contemplation is a heartfelt thing. Joined momentarily by a fat hopping blue jay, She knew what she had penned was amazingly right. She reveled in daylight sun’s prettiest ray. Watching the jay ‘til he flew out of sight. Feeling this instant she was at long last free. Absolved of blame by God’s glorious sea. As she wrote it down and began to share, Her heart was lifted by daybreak’s hopeful air. Doubts flung out by a David’s giant sling, Writing was cathartic, easy to bear. Contemplation is a heartfelt thing. With a hidey ho and a hey, hey, hey, She followed her bliss with all of its might. Her words of truth were now in full display. She knew she would sleep better that night. Feelings of relief had overcome thee. She recovered her soul life down by the sea. The rest of her life seemed more than a bit fair. For herself, she again started to truly care. Warm heart full of hope began to sing. Possibility of true love now in the air. Contemplation is a heartfelt thing.