Desperate Reverie

With desperate reverie
I swim the seas of my life
hoping I will reach the buoy in the distance
before drowning in sorrow.
Nightmares and fears
bleak and barren
they follow me across this land
where am I going?
When will I find the sunrise
that claims my soul
that clears my mind
that eases the pain that clings
like sticky strands of webbing
holding me in place.
I crave peace
I crave happiness
I crave a life that can be lead
with assurance and confidence.
I stand upon the mountain top
staring at the expanse before me
snow covered tops
green valleys beneath.
Here at last I can take a deep breath
I can finally believe
that the best is before me
and the past has been laid to rest.
©Jay-lyn Doerksen

Author: Jay-lyn Doerksen

I am a single hard working mom in her 40's. I have always written poetry and I love words. I live with depression and its ups downs. This is a space where I can create and write all that I need to.

4 thoughts on “Desperate Reverie”

    1. Awesome. I had written the first little bit and set it aside. Last night I was laying in bed (sometimes I do my best work there) and pulled it up to reread. I thought originally it was going to be a sad poem but in fact turned out to be one of hope and knowing that more of the best lays in front of me while I let go of the past. And letting go of the past is one huge hurdle I have had over time. But I am there now. 🙂

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      1. We have all struggled with letting go of the past! It’s funny how sometimes the writing takes over and what we plan to write isn’t what comes out at all. That happened with my post about the second amendment. I never intended to write about that. 😂

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