Shades of Life

09 Jul


I hear the echoing of my soul as it fills with despair,

looming before me are shades of black and grays; I

desperately try to climb to the surface of tomorrow to

face my sorrow.

I wake to the day that I have come to dread, it is cloudy;

I could not take this day if the sun were shining and warm

southern breezes caress my face.

The meadow is misty, the creek sparkles as the ripples rush

toward the lake; a fox watches me from behind  the tall grass

a hawk screeches above.

Wild flowers bloom where ashes were scattered only a few

years ago; I am mesmerized as a group of dragonflies rise

from the blossoms spiraling toward the Heavens.

The water is cold, the bottom of the creek is soft and broken

branches tug at my ankles holding me beneath the surface; the

current becomes swift and nudges me forward, I will not have to

face another tomorrow.




Posted by on July 9, 2015 in Poetry


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2 responses to “Shades of Life

  1. calensariel

    July 9, 2015 at 2:39 pm

    Reminds me of Virginia Woolf…


    • elizabeth ann johnson-murphree

      July 9, 2015 at 2:42 pm

      I had not thought of that…but it is similar; words, thoughts from our dark side. Thank you for your comment. eajm


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