When life becomes more of a question,
than an answer,
then I have to pull myself up a notch,
reach the next rung,
When a day becomes more of a drudge,
than a celebration,
then I have to discover the strength within,
to find the light.
I’ve had many dark days and I find that I can write about them but I don’t want to stay there. certain uncertainess.
I was an optimistic pessisimist. Had to get rid of one part or the other. I like your poem. Made me remember and think.
When life becomes more of a question,
than an answer,
then I have to pull myself up a notch,
reach the next rung,
When a day becomes more of a drudge,
than a celebration,
then I have to discover the strength within,
to find the light.
I’ve had many dark days and I find that I can write about them but I don’t want to stay there. certain uncertainess.
I was an optimistic pessisimist. Had to get rid of one part or the other. I like your poem. Made me remember and think.
like your response. true though can’t stay in that place though it is warm and a comfort of sorts