On Life's Voyage
“The forests are my bones”
When I’m out of my elements,
Worn out and in gloomy moments,
When I’m in tempestuous times,
I seek out relief sacraments.
Taking a brisk walk through the woods,
Coming out of the saddling hoods,
Communing and home with nature,
I glide out of my sombre moods.
The woods wake my dampen spirit,
Hopes go beyond the sky limit,
Gloom clouds are lifted and dispersed,
I push past every deficit.
August 11, 2022.
Let Your Muse Be Inspired - R Form Poetry Contest,
Constance La France
Copyright © Thompson Emate | Year Posted 2022
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