I felt a touch of pain this morning.
My hopes collapsed in a wall of rain.
A flood swept away my life.
I began to regroup and find new hope.
I hate to see the wrongs of life.
I felt the thorn bushes grow.
I am averse to feeling such pain.
The Surgeon took a few barbs away each hour.
As He worked, the clouds lifted.
The sunrise started a new day.
I walked to the place I love—
A world of imagination and color.
I see my journey twist and turn.
Even so, progress always comes back.
W. Wayne B.
Kindle poetry chapbook: Poems: Hope and Love
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