Silver Lining
Somewhere sitting on a small bed
Thumbs aching from video games
A child’s mind sits with its boredom
As virus shuts off the world outside
Racing through the younger head
How the world may never be the same
Not in control and their lives become
Unspoken fears kept deep inside
But one will, by destiny, be led
To the notebook that bears their name
A need to write the thoughts that come
Words born of the tears not cried
Their ink will keep the paper fed
As writing becomes a favorite game
They will find a new sense of freedom
As their words are practiced and plied
The silver lining then what is read
In the words of a heart untamed
Then the world can benefit from
The great writer that’s found inside
I really love this verse.
Thanks Geoff! Have a great weekend!
what a lovely journey of self-discovery and expression
Thank you, Beth. Enjoy your weekend!
Love, love, love this! It brought me back to my childhood. You could never find me without a journal somewhere close by. That statement remains true today!
I wish I had done that when I was younger. Then I would not have to rely so heavily on what is an arguably faulty memory. Thanks Kristian!
A silver lining to not doing that is you can’t look back years later and be a little disturbed by your younger self. I recently read a journal I kept when I was around 8 or 9. It was all fun and games until I got to a story about aliens. It involved alien cannibalism, and the end of humanity.
Fab Brad, the thoughts of the youth who is conscious of the world and what’s happening in it and to it…
Thank you, my friend!
Always a pleasure my friend!
this is one of your best, Brad. I love the sense of hope, finding one’s passion, and becoming an artist. well done!
Thanks Jim! I appreciate your kind support!
This one speaks to me! I’m a new follower — stumbled upon your blog, somehow. Very glad I did!
Welcome and thank you for your kind words. I hope you enjoy your time here.
Awesome job! Yes, writing is such a great outlet!
Thank you, Joy!
There will always be writers because creativity knows no bounds.
On that we can agree. Thank you, Pete!
Lovely poem!
Thank you, Harshi!