There are days in everybody’s life,
days when turmoil strikes every mortal fibre
and drives us down into a seemingly bottomless pit.
It is up to us to struggle out of it
and when we see the sunlight
a metamorphose takes place
and we chuck away that cloak of darkness,
replacing it with a cloak of light.
Our smile is returned
and again we faced the world
with a smile on our face.
22 October 2009
I know there are days when I can still write; but any overt motions in the physical world amount to a comedy of errors, and it seems endless. Can make you feel slightly hopeless, as if watching your brain flee over the next hill and nothing can be done about it. It's good when you finally come to the end of errors and feel like a fully competent human again.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
i agree with pat i suspect my brain takes a holiday every so often good write 10