#155 of 365 – “connections”



some quintessence of well being

left me a long time ago


ripped fertile possibilities out

so little else would grow


left a barren lot of purpose,

a dust bowl of gratitude


an empty sky of lost hope

and a frightened solitude


there are so many dark pathways

I have travelled in my mind


that the narrow trails of light

have been so hard for me to find


but I keep looking for connections

I can form and follow ‘round


till I am standing in the promise

of contentment’s hallowed ground



About Blackbird

Poet, sculptor, jewelry maker, writer, spouse, parent, crazy person - not necessarily in that order.
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