Safe, holding hearts
inside our hands,
of those far away and near.
Grateful, we dance by the
refrigerator light, sing,
awaken a new day of spring.
Happy, we speak the truth,
tell stories, laugh, play and love,
until the sun goes down.
Warm, inside the sheltered
walls of home, we reflect
on the prisms of the past,
intrinsically, we reach for
joy in the diurnal moments
we ignored before.
Hopeful, we cross fingers,
count blessings on our pillows
as we seek a healthy future.
We believe we are at war,
yet we don’t see,
that we are being taught
a lesson from our
greatest teacher.
The world will never
be the same,
maybe, that’s the lesson
we all yearn for to move
towards an altruistic existence.
- EJ
©Emma-Jane Barlow,
all words are my own.
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A Collection Of Poetry (EJPoetry)
PuisiA collection of poetry that I have shared on different social media platforms. I will keep adding to this collection so add it to your library. Follow me on Instagram, Twitter & Facebook @EmmaJanePoetry.
