Facing Truth
I find myself once more on the precipice,
That edge of disappointment and despair.
It is on it's steady subtle approach,
Inevitable as surely as night follows day.
My world was brightened for a brief while,
But the polar day in winter lasts but a heartbeat.
A short flutter of hope visible for a moment,
I long for the Summer solstice of weeks and months.
A time of light and fun filled joy,
Soldiering bravely through the winter of discontent.
©Perveiz Ali
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