Through the murkiness of days

Shadows ahead,

the path vague,

the only sounds

are wheels

of uncertainty.

With first steps

fear grips,

limbs tremble,

then a blackbird

on a low limb,

deliberates,

deduces,

declares

out loud

life my friend,

welcome to life.

Reviews

[Fireyphoenix]

Very inspirational! Seems to take you to the abyss as if looking into a mirror than yanks you right back with a positive pull! Very nice!

[Cherry]

Thank you for checking it out.

[David Scott]

I too seem to live in a fog... Yes, it is life. keep moving, or you will get hit from behind.
The sounds are always a mystery it seems. Are they created from our imaginations or do they belong to something more organic than our thoughts? Maybe when the fog lifts we will know. :)
Enjoyed the poem.

[Cherry]

Thanks for checking it out Mr. Scott.