Looking at life
from both sides.
Looking at the people too.
The good and the wicked.
I smiled at whoever played me.
Counting my blessings.
Laughing alone,
I take pride in everything.
I'm glad they played me.
I'm happy they treated me brutally.
Like trash, I was thrown out.
In the streets, I slept.
Tears became my water.
Throughout my drought season,
Who will dare today?
for those days.
I spent them aimlessly outside.
All have fallen short.
Victory has followed me.
The tide has turned, and so has life.
changes arise,
The wicked glanced at me from a distance.
Without knowing who I am,
They smiled and said,
"she's blessed"
Oh, yeah, I am!
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Comments (5)
You're definitely blessed! Wonderful poem!
Gorgeous, rich strength and resilience! I loved this!
A lot of emotion and inner strength are reflected in your prose; I admire that. Excellent piece.
Best! I love this! ❤️
It is both cute and profound.