Oh, Life, a canvas of contradictions, a tale of strife,
I pose my questions to you, in search of meaning and life.
Why do the wicked thrive, while the righteous fade?
Why does evil reign, while goodness is oft betrayed?
Why must we toil for sustenance, and pay for earth's delight?
The land, the water, the air – gifts of nature's might.
Yet, we purchase them, as if they were commodities rare,
A paradox of plenty, in a world beyond compare.
Why do tears fall like rain, and hearts break with pain?
Why do we harbor hate, and struggle to love in vain?
Why does wealth wield power, while poverty's voice is hushed?
What of the marginalized, the vulnerable, and the crushed?
Why do disabilities afflict, and suffering beset?
Why does darkness prevail, and evil's presence is met?
I plant seeds of hope, but nothing seems to grow,
A barren landscape, where dreams wither and go.
Oh, Life, your mysteries are profound, your ways unclear,
Yet, in the questioning, I search for truth, and hold on dear.
Perhaps in the silence, an answer will resound,
A whisper of wisdom, that echoes all around.
Living in a false vision,while creating illusions of bad decisions.In my past when my footsteps became ashes,I was stealing for others who really need it.I position myself in danger countless times for strangers with smiling faces who take advantage of kindness,weakness,and talents.But now that Im polished in my craft,Im well balanced surrounded with solid knowledge and display my wisdom that pays attention and listen before I solved them.With tunnel vision deciphering through the rumble and rewritten for those who gets misguided.Cause in my experience language is the true connection of us breathing,while others sleep and dream about living,manuevering through life in a empty body suit in flesh,that dont bleed or shed.Barricaded themselves in there own prison,even there reflection denies its own visit.Its ashamed many dont realize in life we have options to disengage derange or grab on tight to what feels right.I tend to go down memory lane,visualize those precious moments in the past,were all lies,giggles and laughs.But now that I found God,I disgarded my mask,to show my true demeanor and pave my positive mission everlast.
We all have a story to tell
mines just deeper than a well
and painful than a birth
of a new born baby.
Anxiety and fear almost
caused my own demise
making me more susceptible
and vulnerable to
dangerous thoughts of
self destruction.
As the burden of life
held me down in a chokehold
I laid helpless and relentless
unable to escape its wrath.
And each time I try
to catch a break things
start to go left again
as if it was by designed
or may be my causes had caught
up with it’s effects.
As I hold on to resilience
and resilience hold on
to me, my strength shall renew
like a phoenix in the end.
"For only in imbalances we feel
the balance that keeps life on even keel."
-by Poet
Each life can offer hurdles- somewhat hard to solve
filled with imbalances that rock the soul and heart.
The pleasures versus struggles battle to resolve
a peacefulness that governs when ordeals depart.
For what is joy without its contrast with despair?
No tides would push and pull devoid of ebb and flow.
The earth would die with just the sun- no rain affair.
Sans darkest night, no day could wake to renewed glow.
Life's struggles shape realities defining peace;
must strive to overcome each dire adversity.
Combating, pushing to adjust- new joys increase
to help forget- accept new-found diversity.
Life struggles create stormy days that come and pass;
with hopeful perseverance- brighter ones amass.
March 5, 2021
~1st Place~
Contest: Life's Struggles
Sponsor: Constance La France
Judged:03/09/2021
The bright star, blinking in the crystal ball,
Was dazzling, puzzling, and mesmerizing,
Yet I chose a fairy princess from a wormhole,
Listening to the yearns of my inner call.
You know, it cost me only five-word note:
“I like you; and you?” that reclined on a path;
No decline: a note returned in express post
With a single box in the mid, marking her vote.
That fairy princess wriggles here to befit;
Wrestles, struggles, and battles with probes,
Unwittingly proving the prophetess’ wit
Tickling me, at times, for dropping that chit.
Aug. 24, 2020
Max 12 Lines – Poem-Inspired Prompt Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Line Gauthier
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