Another needle slips into the unknown
trying to gather enough answers to feed a question.
A mass grows, spirits sink and minds cling to the moment
fearing tomorrow will go askew.
We can’t cry and laugh at the same time.
We give tears their fifteen minutes, then outsource
despair to negative, and find smiles to keep us strong.
Life isn’t easy because you can smile. You smile because
life isn’t easy.
We’ve worn out the soles of countless shoes walking
marble tile
while spinning one liners around a clock.
We are a family of four living in a question mark.
We pray… We lace our shoes… We fight hell with humor
because laughter is the best offense when days
become monsters by another needle lusting for a knife.
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You've been on my prayers and family for a long time, but now I will be much more for this daughter also.
Your label pick runs heavy: #NaPoWriMo2017, cry, family, fear, knife, laugh, mass, monsters, needle, offense, pray, real toads, smile, spirits, unknown
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This is such a deeply personal poem, and journey, but I am sure it will inspire many who read it. Sending well wishes to Dawn.
Lots of love,
Sanaa