A Field of Progress

daisies in a field
Why must I walk through the field alone?

Every step I took has been a mistake.
The further I went, the more lost I became.
I had no goal or honest plan.
My confusion seemed to be the only truth.

After losing all hope of progress,
a wondrous dove whispered my name.
Her voice was floating through the breeze.

When I looked up, I couldn’t see any darkness.
The clouds were gone and I started to laugh.

W. Wayne B.

New poetry book: Eyes of Hope

Follow me on Twitter: @williamwayneb

© 2015 W. Wayne B.
Original image: summer meadow. By Andy Rothwell [Image license]

About William Wayne Smith

I'm a poet, library fan and maker.
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