Hunt for Healing
Her hunt for healing, I failed to notice. Perhaps, I would have tweaked her prognosis. Her heart throbbed from continual breaking. I should have empathized with her aching. Why did I neglect to peer past her smile? With it, she disguised a broken shards pile. Could I have poured glue that mended…
Countless case files await my swift review. All of them happen to be overdue. Swamped with other paperwork, I am, too. Ending this backup, how — I need a clue. Looks like I find myself in quite a jam. Open to suggestions — ready, I am. Also, I must read e-mail — delete spam. Dole out me sage advice, please sir or ma’am. © 2018 Sylvia aka Sincere Scribe™
Unwavering, I am about my goals. Needless is it to douse my burning coals. Sparks from my ambition lights blare on doubt. Tending my passion is my daily route. Only hear I voices of well-wishers, Protecting myself from dream-death dishers. Progress steps toward my destination Aid my steady forward fascination. Belief in possibilities breeds hope — Leaves me with vigor to climb up the slope Ending with arrival at winners’ scope.
Pictures hanging stately on walls Open for interpretation Remnants of family record Tokens of rich conversation Realistic, abstract, or both Art mode of communication Instances of living captured Telling stories of vacation Sealed memories on a canvas © 2018 Sylvia aka Sincere Scribe™