The Creative Me

The Creative Me

 

In the wake

Of my heartache

I saw an essence

Of a joyful dance,

Illuminating my fate

Without hate

From a recollected past.

I’m no longer aghast.

 

Embracing my life

Without the strife

Of a burdened soul

Or a hopeless goal.

It seems to me

That what I can be

Is so much more

Than it was before.

 

The creative me

Will always be

Ready to deal

With how I feel.

Listening to my heart

From the very start

Is the golden key

To my serenity.

Reviews

[Judy McIntosh]

A poem of determination and faith. Clever rhymes and I like the line, 'the creative me, will always be, ready to deal, with how I feel'. I think that you still feel the loss of your beloved friend and you are healing the pain with your poetry. Wishing you peace, jude

[Heartfelt]

Yes Jude, amongst other things ;) Thanks for visiting :)