pulled
in a thousand directions
I’m
trying to find my way through
this
journey to reach my place
but
the paths are hidden by wild vines
countless
voices shouting out “come here!”
I’m
just muddling through this midnight hour
looking
for that glorious light
- Written for dVerse Quadrille #56: Muddle up that Muse
I’m just muddling through this midnight hour
ReplyDeletelooking for that glorious light
There are contending distractions bidding for one's attention at those critical moments!
Hank
I love that version of the word Muddle. My mom used to say just "muddling around". Nice!
ReplyDeleteYep. I feel that ending, deeply. Well done.
ReplyDeleteI think I fell asleep before i found that beacon...
ReplyDeleteI love the lines:
ReplyDelete'I’m just muddling through this midnight hour
looking for that glorious light'.
Loving those last two lines.....muddle me through the night!
ReplyDeleteI like the search for the glorious light blocked by the thousand directions and the need to muddle through as best as one can.
ReplyDeleteI can truly feel those closing lines.. beautifully eloquent write.
ReplyDeleteThank you everyone. Your comments and support are much appreciated.
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