Prayer

Sometimes you gotta walk through the fires of Hell to realize that paradise is right there in your own back yard.
In other words, we don't know what we've got until it's gone.
Then, there are those times when we wish we could just let go, move on and get on with our lives...but we can't seem to manage it.
So, whaddaya do?
Wallow in self-pity?
No one likes a whiner.
We write, and we write poetry—as frequently and as often as possible.
Poets are known to wear their hearts on their sleeves.
I do, but black is my favorite color, so...
Nicely penned; good ink!
~Dean Kuch ♥???♥