My World

Darkness prevails
reaching ever forward
coating the land
pain
disillusionment
there no longer seems to be happiness.
Long for the simpler times
when summers lasted forever
winters slid by in a blizzard of snow
spring was announced with bountiful flowers
fall releasing the land to slumber.
Cresting the rise
overseeing the golden city
walled off
sense of superiority
I wonder
what do they really have?
I may not have wealth.
No money falling from my fists.
I may not have friends in high places.
No one to charm my path
open doors for me.
I may not have private jets
personal banks
yes men at my beck.
What I do have
is far more magical than all that.
I accept myself as I am.
I accept friends.
I accept family.
I accept applications to join my world.
My world.
Kindness is not a choice
it is a must.
Words spoken in anger
no longer able to escape
in my world
one owns up to their mistakes.
Opening eyes
to see beyond the self
creating a utopia for all.
I sit on that hill
watching the streaming people
scurrying here
running there
laying down at the feet
of those who have all the money.
Here on my mountaintop
cross legged I sit
watching the setting sun.
Breathing slowly in.
Breathing slowly out.
Escape the busyness of the day.
Center myself.
Close my eyes.
Erase the devils haunting me.
Breath deep.
Exhale.
Time to resume my zen.
©Sept. 6/19
Picture via Pinterest

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.

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