Writing in the dark

Sometimes, the mind

searches too much.  

It hunts

excessively,

and winds up in stickers

at the lake

of insomnia.  

The glint of contentment

is barely visible

through the forest of doubt;

yet, one can always see a path.  

The exploration

will always lead to

something.  

Like picked fruit,

phrases will finally

be sweeter.  

The chosen words will expose

more daylight,

and string together like

leaves in bloom

as they meet spring.  

Reviews

[Sophia Scriven]

😍🥰 love the flowers and blooming references

[Bare trees]

Thanks Sophia :))) (I'm also Relic) lol I replied under the wrong name at first. :)

[Sophia Scriven]

Lol it happens

[Sheri3Dx]

Sometimes the mind searches too much.

So true. I am guilty of that at times. And I just noticed I forgot to add a Rating, so sorry.

[Sheri3Dx]

Your Poems are delightful!

[Bare trees]

............... :))))