I didn’t write a poem for ages and so I looked for “Sunday Scribblings" for a prompt. It was gone but I bumped into "Sunday Scribblings 2" which prompts on Wednesdays
The prompt is” A thousand years of darkness” (I just found out I had the wrong one but post this anyway)
I didn’t experience a thousand years of darkness but had my fair share. When live is tough it is easy to become absorbed in your problems. It becomes your world. Sometimes it is all you can handle. I think it becomes an illness when you get stuck in that world and loose interest in others.
When you reconnect to the world and hear the stories you realise that all go through pain, illness and problems. We are all in this together and shared problems become halve problems.
Problems can be a blessing too by teaching you lessons;
I learned when having pain I don’t have to be one.
I learned to put my own needs first when necessary
I learned I can’t shortcut someone else’s journey, just travel besides them
I learned I can only change myself and my perception.
I learned that things are not important, people are
I learned that people with little love are poorer than people with little money
I learned there is space for light as well as darkness, for laughter as well as tears.
Life can depress, make one
cuddle up in distress in
a thousand years of darkness
You can get lost inside
a cocoon spun with the
threads of broken dreams
or drown in a lake of tears
in this confined place
that has taken lives space
Break out of here
in the outside sphere
the lake appears like
drops of dew on petals
absorbing the colours
of iridescent light
Break out, break free
let your wings carry you
to an avenue of blessings
A beautiful sad song in the movie Gloomy Sunday