Drawing depths of soul upon paper
Awakening excitement
Considering possibilities
Intelligence attracts my wandering eye
Darkness creeps outside this ring of light
And peers into tomorrow
A world I create
Raindrops scatter over that which we can’t change
Only hope to alter
Shallow waters do not impress upon
Those who fail to recognize
Beauty creates and destroys
All who seek;
Changes all who avoid
Perception is the work of fiction
Fantasy tarnishes in the face of sanity
Each is individual
As heat is to flame
The brave ride upon wings of circumstance
As blind seek guidance through
Softer realms of wisdoms shelter
Honesty lies within a child’s smile
Societies unraveling
Those inside look upon prisoners
Of their own creation
Truth hides behind those who claim to see it
A struggling vibrancy that leads the weak
Doubt envelops those who seek solitude
Who listen regardless of fear
I think that I like this the best of all your poems that I've read. As I noted on FB, the lines that gripped me hardest were: "Perception is the work of fiction" and especially "The brave ride upon wings of circumstance". Brava, Tracie!
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