Dark crows of worries
nest in my soul
Their jagged beaks
peck at my thoughts
Their heavy wings
overshadow my imagination
The worms they feed upon
burrow deeper and deeper
into the soil of angst and fear
and fill me with the fatigue of defeat
Then I remember the Lord’s promise:
His gift of hope shall never abandon me.
I see promise in the bright leaves of autumn,
in the fine, crisp lines of mountains
set against a fresh blue sky,
robins splashing in puddles after a rainfall,
in a baby’s chatter,
the curious eyes of a toddler,
and the smile of a stranger
Fresh winds of hope
blow through my spirit,
scattering the black crows
to faraway lands.
Peace fills my cup with inspiration
I can taste the sweetness of life once more.
The Daily Post one-word prompt is “inchoate.” Are you familiar with this word? It’s an adjective and it means “not yet complete” or “not perfected.”
Do you think this poem describes an inchoate spirit or being?
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What are your thoughts? Can you relate to these feelings? Do the dark times in your life make you appreciate brighter days? Would you like to share a time you felt this way and how you dealt with it? I’d love to hear your thoughts.
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