Through the mist Clearly

At times I come undone
stitches holding fabric together
unravel, slacken
and I stumble
over the trailing pieces.

But it’s the mistakes I make
which make me human
As I curl into a ball from yet more pain
amid the other smoldering embers.

At times my soul reaches out too far
touches an emptiness of air
expecting something else to
meet me in the void.


The clock of life never stops
tick tock, tick tock
(Who invented clocks anyway!)

Other times
I can see through the mist clearly
that what is meant to be

…Is what exists.


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Shared with Caryy on Tuesday #135
Poetry Picnic #17

Author: Daydreamer

I live on a beautiful island in Atlantic Canada.

12 thoughts on “Through the mist Clearly”

  1. another powerful poem, sometimes life can swept us in the storm, but it also take spiritual strength or whatever realm you believe in to overcome it…amazing as always.

  2. But it’s the mistakes I make
    which make me human

    so beautifully u described the true nature of human beings.

    Loved it.

  3. O! what a sad piece from my WP sunshine!!!! 😦
    this was heartbreaking, acceptance comes by so sadly (sigh!!!) well written but so sad!!!!

  4. What a sad poem, but so true (I think). Life brings sadness and happiness, so in this poem You can find also the happiness of life.

  5. I hope your soul doesn’t get caught in a wind storm, reaching out that far it might blow away..haha…who know who invented clocks. The clock maker?

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