From Sorrow To Acceptance
On sorrows’ wings I journeyed to a land where I had never been.
Each loss was undiscovered country, landscapes I had never seen, mountains I had never climbed.
I had taken a journey past familiar landmarks I missed, and memories that were past.
I had buried the familiar stories and neglected the happiness, which lay buried deep beneath the earth,only now and then pushing to the surface.
I drank from bitter springs and sat among the weeds, neglecting to seperate them from the flowers.
Beheld only the sunsetting but forgot the beauty in each new day.
When I had shed enough tears, I remembered the laughter echoing in the valley and heard the birds chirping a new song.
And then, I saw the sun reflecting on the water.
And instead of weeds, I saw flowers.
Where there were empty patches of dirt, I saw seedlings and the possibility of new beginnings.
Your writing has a beat to it, and I knew you had to find yourself, or the person in the poem needed to find themselves. I did hear the music, and I know this is listed under Lyrics – sure would make a wonderful song.
Thanks Nancy.As someone who only started writing in her early forties,I am still trying to “define”my style.I love the classical poets,but also have started writing free verse.