When you reach that valley of depair hold on to the ropes of persistency.
Even when the rope is slippery, grasp on for your dear life for when the pain is the hardest your deliverance is around the corner.
However, you will not get to reap the rewards of walking that narrow, tough way if you give up now.
Keep striving, keep moving, keep climbing. Do not give up!
A post for Jackie’s Inspirational Thinking Corner.
27th of March 2015
Dear Ms Vie,
I write this letter to you simply to ask, “What’s up.” Wipe out that confused look I know you are wearing now. Why are you – urgh – I mean you must know I would pop my head into your mail at some point? What are you doing to me and why are you doing it?
Am I a part of a continuous case study? If yes then you have enough research material, so just call it off, please. Enough is enough! I have had enough of mountain climbing lessons. Do you think if I have not learned what it is, I will ever get the concept? Speak in plainer words because I do not understand you.
You are suffocating with all that heat and very little wind to aid in my living. I know you like seeing me suffer; laugh now because you shall not laugh forever. You are misery spreading your miserable tactics, trying to pass it off as tough love. Hold your method of teaching lessons because it is not working. What do you want from me, just let me live. All I want is to work hard and reap benefits from that toil but you will not let me. Why?
Not Yours At All Noirfifre 😦
I choose the epistle form of poetry to address Ms La Vie aka Life. Yes, I wrote a letter to life to ask her what is going on with the way she treats me. Yep, you are thinking that I have some few loose screws but I have to write out those feelings or allow them to slowly poison. I choose venting in a letter any day over poison.
One bad chapter doesn’t mean the book is bad, the Author always has a perfect plan. The Author of everyones book is so high and supreme, after every sigh there is a gleam of a smile. Remember, every Diamond is shaped from a Coal…
Day 2 of Poetry class with a Limerick alliteration about a journey. This form made me clap my hands trying to find a meter rhythm, it was crazy fun. So here is my attempt:
Moving mountains mounting like a fort,
dancing, daring dragon drop my thoughts.
Stagnant waters open,
usher the broken,
pieces float willingly into court.