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]

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