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Slowly her eyes gaze around the dim room
Through slits she searches for the clock
Time to rise, face another day of gloom ?
Her cat lay snug beside her with outstretched legs
So content and happy, giving acceptance,
Love she longs for, from all her life’s dregs
It is midday, she wonders is it time to get up
But what to do and where to start ?
So much noise in her head held in a cup
Her world and finances strewn far apart
Thoughts of hopelessness and despair
Insurmountable debt and fears rife
But lost without hope or any care
She feels the pain of such a barren, wasted life
From all the years of risk and unnecessary strife
But God shows her there is still so much out there
With plenty more happy years and life ahead
For her best years are still to come with loads to share
Because she is still beautiful, loving and well read
And there is only one of her, she is so rare !
A very uplifting poem. Full of promise and hope…and a great reminder that through God all things are possible. Thank you for sharing Lauren.
Beauty from ashes.