Flame Poem by Carolyn Brunelle

Flame



The war, politics,
the economy,
how depressing is the news.
Shadows in my world
give me the blues
till I realize
that life really is good;
if I look at it with my own eyes.

Better to rely on my own
interpretation;
determine to be positive,
focusing on the goodness
that still burns inside of man.
I’d rather carry that flame,
that torch; that hope.

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