Upon These Words

Upon this poem 
I entertain relief, 
From an uncertain journey 
With lack of reprieve.

A prayer delivers 
The same result, 
A warmth in my being, 
An absolving of fault.

My thoughts are freed 
From their hampered state, 
No longer caged by triviality 
Or the dullness of fate.

Daily routine 
Had exiled imagination, 
But with this escape 
My thoughts upend reputation.

The daily grind 
Had dampened my soul,
But looking toward heaven 
I envision being whole.

So small a thing 
To provide such release,
So fleeting a moment 
In a life so deplete. 

But it’s just enough 
To keep madness at bay,
These times that I write 
And those times that I pray

Reviews

[Anna Blackburn]

This is a good poem. The last two stanzas are my favorite!

[ashw]

Thanks a lot!