THE AFTERMATH

So down the slippery slope I slid,
becoming an open jar
without a lid,
exposed to being
left undone,
like a plant in
desperate need of sun,
or an engine running
until all the fuel is gone,
a brightly lit globe
now only dimly shone.

But alas I found
my own way out,
it took a while
to dispel the doubt
that comes when
confusion is about,
until awareness finds
its way through the
haze to shine
it’s brightness onto
the healing path,
realising the aftermath
isn’t always all bad,
whatever the reason
is that makes you sad
it can only last so long,
when you acknowledge
just how strong you are
and always have been!.

Morganpoet