I had a break with life one day,
Or over many years-
But in a moment hit the brake
With whiplash to the fears.
You might call it an accident
With consequences sore,
Yet I soar with the Spirit now
And couldn’t ask for more!
There’s poor and there are destitute
Who own a mansion grand
And can’t pour out their bless’ed gifts
To lend a helping hand.
So when you’re at the breaking point,
Fear not for mind and soul!
The sole result of braking free
Is standing tall and whole!
—
Written for Lillian’s Poetics prompt at dVerse,
Homophone Me!
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Oh I love this! Such an optimistic final stanza — my kind of poem! 🙂 Standing tall and whole, being ourselves. Tis a wonderful thing! 🙂 So glad you posted.
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We might be poor, but if we find our soul we’re whole,
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A really nice one! 🙂
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AWESOME. The rhyme here is wonderful, and I love the homophones you’ve chosen.
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This is incredibly optimistic and full of hope ❤️ Enjoyed it 🙂
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Nice flow and rhyme to this and the standing tall…such an important reminder.
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A very positive look at life’s low points.
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