The light is coming

You're like a wind

who forgot to blow

and had to be pulled along

arid, voiceless deserts

by a million migrating butterflies

Don't worry

your zest will soon return

your fire will once again burn

suddenly, your heart's shaded fern

will be flooded with gentle light

and right then, you will win this fight.

Reviews

[Lorry]

Wind that forhot to blow and voiceless desserts sound almost familiar when reading this piece. Does that mean I must be near the light too?
Struggling through darkness is always an uphill struggle, feeling at times that yiu are walking underwater, with weights tied to your legs, so even the smallest success can feel like a major achievement. And it is, it takes you one step nearer your goal.
I see your words taped to a mirror, to remind us each day to be thankful to all those rays that filter through.
Love it.

[SleeplessVolcano]

Thanks Lorry.....yes, the struggle is hard, but when we reach the finish line, I'd like to believe that it was all worth it...:)

[Ardra]

Mmmm beautiful :)

I like this ... reads like a soft song amidst the chaos

Good one Mr. Volcano... :))

[SleeplessVolcano]

Thank you Ms Ardra....I enjoyed writing this one :)