The Choice is yours
The Choice is yours
You can struggle in the gutter with misshapen faces
allow yourself to be plagued with nightmares
Fight the inner fight of eternal conflict
or you can liberate the soul
to fly to a nest, a perch with a new horizon
The comparison is life changing
a troubled mind receives a glimmer of love
a perspective with optimism to the fore
as never experienced before
Some stay forever in a squalid morass of animosity
consumed by perpetual strife to no avail
They labour on with grim determination
but such battles are already lost
Shake off the dust of dirt and stiains
emboldened with desire stretch out those wings
and leap, soar into the unkown
To a loftier land with never ending views
and incomparable beauty
Hazel ettridge
Sun 20th May 2018 09:16
I guess we're all reading this (and all poems) through our own lenses. Im getting 'hope'. When Im lost in the gutter I'm always grateful for a glimmer of light at the end of the tunnel and a reminder of alternative states of mind - last 5 lines.