Thanks to The Daily Post for the word prompt fight.
Troubled pearl, thoughts awhirl,
Spinning fast, life makes you hurl,
Never stops, never just right.
Make your own moments, win that fight.
Sifting sands go through my hands.
Spheres off beaches, white grande.
Dreams of blue water, clear and dense,
Without sharks, that makes sense.
Sharks of land so much sicker,
Make a woman fear as life flickers,
Red red roses, blood dripping down,
Trickling lifelessness without a sound,
Daggers thrust in open hearts,
No one goes far, not able to start.
Words of fear and words said in haste,
Looks like living, isn’t chaste.
Tricked clever, by events out of control,
Lessons learned from life’s list of roles.
Talking quietly, whispering secrets;
Who needs those words — awful secrets.
Blazing eyes go forth and vent,
Tell me the way to happiness, invent —
New ways to find strength, and flight
Don’t you know the best way, fight.
Hidden hands, bowed in prayer,
Why is life so utterly tinged, `beware,`
Go the way angels do, dive in blue skys,
Flutter with purpose, learn to fly.
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