Poetry, Short Stories




Dull? Who me?
“Not I”, said she.
The drama that ensues
Around her daily,
Keeps her on her toes
But is making her crazy.

Change must come
A different kind of adventure.
She must not lose sight
Of the reason why she came here.
A better quality if life
Should not include pulling out her hair.

Rise above the chaos
She must on order to survive.
Shed the shackles of disappointment
Look upward to grow and thrive.
She’ll make it by God, one blessing at a time,
She’s grateful also, to friends by her side.


Image source: Digital Art by A ~I.R.B.
Contents compiled: February 18 2017
Originally published: February 19 2017
Copyright © 2016 Inner Ramblings Boulevard

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