Things Yet To Come

Welcome everyone! I’ve written a little poem for you all. It is only short, but I feel it contrasts some of the emotions I’ve felt over the last few months. These emotions have come from the covid-19 struggle, becoming ill, and learning to adapt. I must admit, I’m more than a little nervous posting this poem, but we all must start small. So, here you are, I hope you enjoy it.

I do not know what the future holds, but I don’t like what I see. The landscape is dark and foreboding, not somewhere I want to be.

Uncertainty flows untamed in this new world of ours, streaking ahead and forcing an abide. All the while, our belief descends further down by the wayside.

Fear’s grip begins to take root as we start to falter. Somewhere deep inside, instinct tells us to be brave. It’s a choice we must all make: deciding whether to be saved.

Forgiveness does not come easy with histories chequered past; much misunderstanding has come before, but who knows what the unpredictable future holds in store.

We cannot predict those things that are yet to come, only learn from those long past. But lets not lose hope of a beautifully bright future at last.

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