Grace of November (A Poem)
The grace of November comes with gray skies and pouring rain, grief and discomfort and all that mess, worse than the falling leaves. The spirit of the dead tormented in purgatory, detained in the fires of hell. Souls are deeply worn-out, the pain is frightfully intense. But, this is simply a passage of time and all will be well in just a matter of time. ~
Be a warrior full of grace and class~
Other Poems by the Author:
- Wounds of the Past, Heal now I say!
This hub is meant to enlighten and remind us to let go....let go of that excruciating pain, let go of those who have hurt us or whatever hurt us. It's time to bury their thoughts and live, just breathe...breathe at the moment. The past was dead, you'
- When Darkness Reigns~
Dug from an old journal, this was written during one of those moments of longing and feeling of desolation. That moment has long been buried but the diary remains. ~♥♥♥~
It’s November-dull and dark.
Why is November so gloomy?
T'was in November
when I braved that lazy mist
high up that evening.
every morning is meeker
than they were,
quite hiding in smoke and haze.
The sky is chill and drear.
I dread November.
T'was in November and
it's haunting me each year.
I’m braving the feeling,
I'm trying to step forward
but there are times,
I’d collapse into sorrow.
I am who I am at the moment and,
the next moment will always show up.
All days are what they are.
It’s not fair,
while some are having a good time
and enjoying their arrogance,
But, what's fair in life, anyway?
Unknowns are put in life for a reason.
Answers aren't always available.
There are some greedy, ungrateful people.
Yet, I remind myself to be always grateful.
It's hazy and it's gloomy, it's November.
It's so strange that autumn is so beautiful yet everything is dying...
The last leaf~
Copyright@ CrisSp~TM/11-2012. "The heart of my soul speaks to the soul of my heart by writing." ~
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