Brood No More

Bereft, I envied those who seemed more deft
handling these losses, laughing. To theft
my fervor closed an iron fist. Today
uncaged my hero’s journey now at stake

I gaze into the waters, curious
release the bitter hold, the furious
narrative. Now is the chance to create
imperative. Imagine cannot wait.

Featured image: mysteries this morning in the lake’s depths.

Inspired by: Fervor, Envy, Bereft, a walk along the lake to surprise a brooding duck, and below, a mother goose with three newly hatched goslings.

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Victoria Stuart

I'm a poet, philosopher and inner seeker. A giver, lover and a healer who studies the heart.

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