In each twig that breaks off
Like tired zest of an idealist
For the wind blew against it
Slapping and thrashing
The flailing arms and legs
In each twig I find a reason
My struggle hasn't ended
My words have not bended
I can still walk towards that elusive light
Though the twig lies broken
I can still carry myself
Through the tunnel of falling beams.
Your words in your Bio I cite here and I appreciate it very much: Now poetry is as important for me as breathing, eating, living. I appreciate most your poetic journey. My two thumbs up for you, dear Nosheen
Hi Nosheen, yet another beauty you have shared today. As usual, this poem too is truly Nosheenic, exuding lot of positivity. (Contd)
Thank you for sharing such a beauty.....10
Each twig has its own hope, dream and a will to survive! Absolutely stunning......
Positivity in life takes us through the hard times and this poem is masterpiece. Full Stars Nosheen.
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2) " In each twig I find a reason My struggle hasn't ended My words have not bended"… Immensely energetic, drawing courage from your own life, your kindness.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem
Excellent self supporting poetess, I read herein: I can still carry myself Through the tunnel of falling beams.. In this poem I have read and be witness to all that overcome you here.5 Stars full score and myriad more
Thank you so much Sylvia for heart-warming comments! Humbled!