Source:nontemporary
This is just a bump in the road.
Life can deliver us a toad.
But we must keep our hope intact.
We know this as a well-known fact,
“Every cloud has a silver lining.”
I refuse to hear any more whining.
Source:nontemporary
This is just a bump in the road.
Life can deliver us a toad.
But we must keep our hope intact.
We know this as a well-known fact,
“Every cloud has a silver lining.”
I refuse to hear any more whining.
Water surrounds me.
Icy water.
I’m pulled deeper.
Waves drag me
from the shore.
I swim.
I tread water.
My head above the water,
I will survive.
mountaineous: Punch-Drunk Reverie | Tula Top
What do we need?
Perhaps, a stream of water.
Mountains.
Sunshine.
Flowers.
Birds chirping.
We require little
to survive.
Yet the world provides us
with so much more.
Icy water surrounds me.
The cold pulls me deeper.
Deeper into the unknown,
I sink.
Waves tear at me,
dragging me far from shore.
I swim.
I tread water.
I hold my head high
Above water.
I will survive.
mountaineous: Punch-Drunk Reverie | Tula Top
What do we need?
Perhaps, a stream of water.
Some mountains.
Sunshine.
Flowers.
Birds chirping.
We require little
to survive.
Yet the world provides us
with so much more.
Please take a closer look.
Something’s wrong with this book.
The words have come alive.
Breaking free to survive.
They are bursting forth with pride.
Smoke is pouring out from inside.
Words need to be loved and shared
And not forced alone and scared.
Let the stories come out and play.
They will serve to brighten your day.
Water surrounds me.
On all sides.
Ice cold water.
Like a hand from below.
Pulling me deeper.
Deeper into the unknown.
I must hold on.
Hold onto life.
Waves pushing me.
Farther from the shore.
I will swim.
I will tread water.
I will keep my head high.
Above the water.
I will survive.