Turn The Page
Spirit dims. Darkness surrounds.
Hope’s faint breath struggles in its exhalation spidery whiffs against the face.
Careless heart wounds bleed a maelstrom into the mind. Insidious whispers chant all is lost.
Yet dawns-light weaves hope. Endure for morrow’s light. The future is always a shining star.
Pain the vehicle of change. Let it go. A turn of the page finds you in a better place. Choose your promise land.
© Juneta Key 2015