In the Cold

My life is cold and dark.

I am stuck in a dismal swamp.
I make slow progress.

Without light, I see nothing.
I forget my old joys.
They are lost in the shadows.

I watched a dove fly over me.
I saw the sunrise.
I have new hope.
Today I will live again.

W. Wayne B.

New poetry book: Eyes of Hope

Follow me on Twitter: @williamwayneb

About William Wayne Smith

I'm a poet, library fan and maker.

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