Loathing thoughts of woe is me,
tailored in a suit stitched with
my heart for sleeves.
I ask for strength to carry on,
or at the very least, eyes to see
where I've gone wrong.
Pushed to my limits and beyond,
I am falling up, steadily rising
above the clouds, and most likely,
you can't see me now.
As I might have already,
conceivably and decisively disappeared
into the atmosphere.
About the Creator
Jeffrey Sparks
Adversity is kindling I choose to burn to keep my hands warm in winter ensuring my words will stretch beyond the years that turn my bones to dust.
Any and all, subscribers, pledges and comments are welcome.
Thanks for reading!
Keep reading
More stories from Jeffrey Sparks and writers in Poets and other communities.
On Winning and Losing
Recently, the pleasant surprise of placement on the Vocal Bonus Leaderboard sent me down a rabbit hole. Now, rabbit holes are a pretty common place for me to spend time, but I don't always feel the call to write about them. To be honest, the thought of sharing some of them mortifies me.
By Dana Crandell5 days ago in Writers
Comments (1)
What an interesting, and beautiful thought. But sad, too. No one should feel the answer is to disappear. ❤️