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Walking on pinecones

  • Writer: poems4tomorrow
    poems4tomorrow
  • Mar 31
  • 1 min read

An angry storm

beneath skies of azure blue and gold

 

I walk wondering why this doesn’t make sense.

 

Doctors don’t always have the answer     They

suggest answers based upon years of study

and experience, but they are calculated guesses.

 

The answers are

sometimes within our grasp but if we select the wrong

 

path

 

we find ourselves

 

walking on pinecones with bare feet

 

a path, I seek to avoid.

 

I pray for guidance

Endurrrrrrrence

Perserverrrrrrrence

Resilience

for my experience, filled with

 

Hope.

John Doriot is an award-winning poet and author. He has won 6 Georgia Independent Author of the Year Awards from 2022-2024, of which two of those books were for collections of poetry. He has contributed short stories and poetry to Down in the Dirt, Dark Horses and WestWard Quarterly magazines.

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