A little poem of hope I wrote as part of a creative writing group I was briefly in, in 2009.
All being well... I’ll solve this thing,
I’ll break the mold, I’ll overcome...
Still too soon to tell anything...
Thoughts that form from the Chaos within
All being well... It waits for me,
It’s inside somewhere, my dearest dream...
My darkest Hell fades steadily...
No more the night; it fades into light...
All being well... Things will be great,
Rigidity of fear melts like ice...
Something to sell besides my hate,
Flows from me to touch the world
All being well... That is to say,
If this all works out; if I can rise up -
Emerge from the shell, even today!
Standing proud, no shadow cast...
All being well... (Yes, all being well...)
Rod Maughan, July 2009
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