Forseeable

When everything is still,

I look inward for signs of life

Of joy buried deep,

Like searching for lost treasure

In the depths of a dark sea,

Will I be forever seeking

What will always elude me?

Sometimes I stumble upon joy

For a fleeting moment

Just long enough for my soul to believe

That it is safe to let light in

But I am so afraid of losing

That I get in my way, again.

Published by Quietest Poet

Writer, mother, counselor, flower gardener, recipe seeker, and Netflix lover.

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