Wisdom Poem by Isabella Emily

Acrid experiences are hardened to bear
Senses sweet, when essence is felt
Tremors and sores fill up the bosom
Quietly temperingthe mind in large.
Ugly masks of puppets were peeled
Hiding petty twinge and slyness
The use and throw colours of many
Granted the wisdom to hold for ever.
Green patches of hopesighted far-off
Kept the sail to push the oar
Closer the vessel, farther the spot
Intensed faith kept the vessel move.
Awaiting the boomerang to revert
In the New Year with a fresher hope
Debt to thank the minds for compliments
That grounded and chiselled to carve myself