Feeling out of sorts
Out of place and contorted
Only sad reports
Fired by myself
Only to be rehired
But I am tired
Darkness of mourning
Brighter hope with the morning
And no more scorning
Feeling out of sorts
Out of place and contorted
Only sad reports
Fired by myself
Only to be rehired
But I am tired
Darkness of mourning
Brighter hope with the morning
And no more scorning
Beautiful!
Thank you!
You’re welcome.
Poetry in words and photo…Touching!
Thank you so much!
I love the raw honesty of this poem.
And it truly IS honesty in the raw… Thank you!
Fired by yourself, only to be rehired, because you’re admired…*smile* (Don’t mean to interrupt. You touched my sad part, so do something before I go.) March 20th, first day of spring. (Oh I remind my daughter to wear green tomorrow.)
Great interruption . . . thank you! And wouldn’t you know I have nothing green to wear! 😀 But still, Happy St. Patrick’s Day! 🙂 And here’s to the arrival of Spring and the wonders of refreshing new life *smile*
Thank you for graciously allow my interruption! Spring suite me best while my lungs suffer the dried air in summer! Good day, good spring day!