A meager end of one’s desires
Helpless, falls within the fires
Softly heard the silent pleas
For targets reached with greater ease.
Bemoan the loss of relinquished goals
That lay defeated upon the coals
As sparks take flight and seconds clash
They cruelly wither and turn to ash.
Rising yet above the flame
Release of who or what to blame
To plant again a seed accrued
From hopes of life and dreams renewed.
(My poetry made into a painting)
Daily Prompt: Release
I continue to take comfort in your writing. And I wonder how so much creativity can be sustained for so long.
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Thank you, Chris. I grab it when I can. 😉