Emergence - Quatrain Poem by Lisa Arnold

Simplicity vacates my existence.
I am mired beneath resistance.
My life is cold, without purpose.
My efforts to find balance are often fruitless.

I allowed my soul to be compromised
by the rapid fall of my inner demise.
I refused to pay witness to all around me
and accepted unforgiving bitter agony.

Slipping inside the reigns
of ugliness, struggle and pain,
I refused to open my eyes to the glorious light
and of my hopes and dreams, I lost sight.

Ominous nightmares evade my slumber,
but I'm building a protective shelter
as I seek within to find keys to my release,
until the hour I regain my belief.


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