Optimism

Category: My Poetry
Published: Friday, 10 April 2015 01:13
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Defacing the pain of losing again
To try to move ahead
I wash my mind and try to find
Success before I’m dead.

Onward is upward as slow as I go
To try to get ahead
One step, another, and then one more
Before I go back to bed.

Hold my hand while I take a chance
To travel a bit further ahead
With listening ears, please listen
To what is being said.

My silence is whispering very loud:
I need your help to grow
To see and hear and taste and smell
Slowly, but not too slow.

I feel ready to take that next step
The time feels right, right now
Come closer to me, just a little bit
And we can share some chow!