(it’s day 8, I caught up, then fell behind, still writing)
Prompt – Where Does Poetry Hide in Your life?
Poetry is everywhere
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It flows round me and within me, it’s in the air I breathe,
it’s in the shadows that I cast, and in my midnight dreams.
It’s in the tears I won’t let fall, and in the ones I have to weep,
it’s in the honest truths, I do not dare to speak.
It’s hiding in my weakness, it roars within my strength,
it’s in my greatest victories, and in my worst defeats.
It’s in my every heartbeat, it’s where my love resides,
it’s in battles I must fight, it’s where my doubt and faith collide.
It’s there when I lose hope, and when my hope’s renewed,
it tiptoes through my nightmares, it’s in my dreams come true.
It’s in my day to day, my yesterdays and tomorrows,
it’s in my pleasure and my pain, in my happiness and my sorrow.
It’s in my stops and starts, and in the breaking of my heart,
it’s with the thing I sometimes fear, may be hiding in the dark.
It’s part of all my ins and outs, and all my in-betweens,
it’s in everything I imagine, it’s in everything I’ve seen.
It’s in words which I have spoken, and those I’ve left unsaid,
it walks among the living, it whispers with the dead.
It lies beside the monsters, underneath my bed,
it’s everywhere I go, and it’s where I dare not tread.
It’s in what I’ve whispered, it’s in what I’ve spoke,
it’s in promises I’ve kept, and promises I’ve broke.
It’s in everything I do, in everything that shapes me,
it’s in the fabric I am made of, it’s in the things that break me.
It’s in what I’ve hidden, it’s in what I’ve found,
that’s where my poetry hides, that’s where my poetry abounds . . .
~ Previous Challenge Posts ~
Day 1 – How Did You Get here?
Day 2 – We Write Because We Must
Day 3 – Cherita Poem – Metal