Where Will I Go From Here?




I was whispering
in the shadows of yesterday
where am I going . . .
where have I been . . .
and I found solace
not in the answer
but in who I
strove to be.
Life . . .
is an unwritten masterpiece
waiting to be woven
the drying of ink
and paint slowly dripping
from the tufted hairs
of paintbrush raised
and the unveiling
is yet to be seen
a mystery
and we wait
in awed silence
for the exhale
of her beauty.

(c) Sumyanna 2016


Beautiful image courtesy of Pexels.com


4 Comments Add yours

  1. finepoemsfineart says:

    Beautiful imagery, nicely done!


  2. Beautiful Sumyanna. Happy holidays to you.


    1. Sumyanna says:

      Thank you Robbie. Hope yours was wonderful!


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