Feb 2020
Through the darkness of this illness I lay
Praying for light and joy to come my way
Realizing in sickness there must be more
What may I learn from this bleak score
Alas I've realized I can adore
The solitude and quiet bliss I have in store
From lifes busyness and exhausting door
I come through to a quiet shore
Using my mind I can explore
A plethora of ideas that never bore
Then happiness and joy are once more restored.
The End
Praying for light and joy to come my way
Realizing in sickness there must be more
What may I learn from this bleak score
Alas I've realized I can adore
The solitude and quiet bliss I have in store
From lifes busyness and exhausting door
I come through to a quiet shore
Using my mind I can explore
A plethora of ideas that never bore
Then happiness and joy are once more restored.
The End
This poem was written during my downtime from a virus. I realized in fighting being ill, I should embrace it and use this time for doing something good. Use my mind. The wonderful ideas that came were a new business venture, writing poetry, and that the mind is a beautiful place to explore. Thus came this poem.
