Darkness before dawn
Old knee creaks language of pain
Candle lights my way
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Sometimes everything has to be enscribed across the heavens so you can find the one line already written inside you. Sometimes it takes a great sky to find that small, bright, and indescribable wedge of freedom in your own heart. David Whyte
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The joys of getting older…
Lovely, Ina
Thanks, Dale. It helps to turn it into a haiku.
🙂
Poetry is such a healer of our pain or a way of comforting ourselves through it. I have done the same so often.
Good to hear you understand. I, too, think writing helps put things in perspective. ❤
My old knee is creaking in sympathy
Thanks, Eileen.
You make the trails of getting old sound poetic Ina!
Thanks, Andrea. I never thought about it as poetic – more like seeing things from a practical point of view. I love to think that even aging is poetic.
This was beautiful. Even in darkness light will always lead the way.
Thanks. I like to make friends with the dark.
I do on occasion