#WritcoPoemPrompt68
Hurdles can always be jumped over, Like a labyrinth guiding us to sweep our troubles away, It may not be neatly organized, straight-forward, or efficient, But there will always be a way to jump over it, be it with one leg, two, or even four.
They say each morning is brighter
But mine seems darker
Is it my choice of bulb
That tend to get dim
The morning suite I had before
Had turned to be of the night
But it does not last long
For morning is always here again
Hope to see the real light soon
There is no right way
To do wrong things
Family love and laughter
Are what we should seek
There are so precious things
Just outside you door -Yes I overthink
But not because I want to be sad
Just as the shadows celebrate sunshine
To lift the gloom of those who pine
I try make my own happy place
Where its just me and my poetry
Knowing that the tongue is 3 inches long
Yet can kill a man 6 feet high
So big up me, i appreciate myself
For instead of making someone sad
My poetry covers up all pain
An really give me a solution
On how best to tell a friend.
© Destined Angel Debra