The Vision in the Dark
“I was wandering through the woods of my thoughts,
In search of ideas to write about.
Words roamed, yet were disconnected,
Past scenarios blinked in the dark, not selected.
The misty mirror of life waved,
The emptiness within smiled, but nothing could be saved.
Voices of judgemental people echoed,
Dusty winds of failüre blew, and salty ocean flowed.
The glimmer of rejection gave chase,
Yet nothing found phrasing, leaving a trace.
What if this all went in vain?
How would I cope with the pain?
I was ready to leave,
“I’m an amateur” I believed.
Then I heard a fluttering, as it’s a shot,
I looked up, nothing in sight, but…
A whisper reached me at once,
Freezing legs and lens,
with a transformative response.
“Seeking the bright red bird?” it asked,
“Not here to fix, within you, it’s masked.”
“Be your judge, become the Phoenix,”
It urged, a lesson profound, hope to remix.
To be honest, I generally don’t read. But, this caught my attention.
That means the world to me.
impressive 😍
Your words encouraged me.
Such a fascinating line this is. Really I appreciate your talent from the bottom of my heart.
Your words strengthened me. Thanks a million.
T
Pls keep it up. I’m sure you are going to take off soon enough.
That’s very kind of you. Every word of yours bloomed a world of enthusiasm in my heart. These words give a lot of stability to keep going with my pen.