It started off as a glimpse of ray lights
dancing through a breach.
The murk of a foggy night starts to ingress.
Some say it’s just a stationary feeling
of weakness, even a Grinch.
Closer to an edge, how pitiful it is.
Maybe a grip, come what may,
a birth of hope’ll soon come true.
The darkness inside me may further ado.
A flicker of hope for a mysterious knight,
who knows who,
to come to rescue me, make my light through.
Random posts on my #dailyjournal
- Return the Favor
- I Need Sleep
- Do You Trust Me?
- Moto
- The Colors of Autumn
- Chill
- Morning Coffee
- Distant Friend
- Mirror App
- Self-Doubt
- Hold Your Time
- Easy to Forget
- Living the Past (Part 11)
- No Price To Be Nice
- When You Thought Everything Falls Apart
- Back Pain is Real
- Today’s Mood
- Happy Exhausted
- Holloween Dinner
- Writer’s Block
- Too Many Things
- Enjoy What You Do
- If You Think Something Good
- Accept What You Cannot Have
- I Dreamt About a Kid Chasing a Ghost
- Endure
- In A Tough Spot
- Mouth Shut
- Truth Hurts
- Breaking Point