Monday Mural
Looking into my palms,
I see my unending qualms,
In the mirror, I detect,
Self doubt, begins to infect.
As I branch out, growing,
Taking root, as life is slowing,
The arm is broad and strong,
sending fears to where they belong.
Lasting I hope, I can be,
Giving to all, like the tree,
Head held high, forever,
In the face of adversities, I endure.
You gave tree a voice! Well done!
ReplyDeletefrom the palms of my hand, you stand tall
love the transition from negative to positive.
ReplyDeleteWhat a strong position your poem takes. I love the transition from hardship to living. Very nice. Have a nice day.
ReplyDeletemust compliment you on yr rhymnes... so subtle... the arm is broad and strong... great stuff!!!
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