For this and that from MLMM, and for DVerse’s quadrille Monday (not late! just depressing!). I promise I’m not like this all the time in real life. “Possibility” is an optimistic word, and I could have taken it in a positive direction, but that is not what happened. Maybe I will try again later. Anyway, without further ado….
Life used to have luster,
Now it’s no longer bright.
Light bulbs burn out quickly
When I illumine optimism’s light.
Stop this infernal blight.
This seems much more sinister
Than a spiritual “dark night” —
How is coping possible,
When there’s no end in sight?
revivedwriter 
I think feeling your own pain is a good thing, it’s a start!
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Sometimes poems lead us down infernal paths!
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Great question, young lady.
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That first stanza is a real punch to the gut. It’s why I always prefer a dimmer switch…literally. To always have some light within the darkness brings the most comfort to me. And yes…..much easier to see the possibilities if there is light shed upon them!
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It’s very difficult to keep our hopes up during this blight. No doubt about that at all.
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Dig deeper in your Pandora’s box. There’s hope at the bottom!
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These are difficult days, but there is ALWAYS light. Like the mug in your header photo: love is patient. Sometimes a quiet patience with ourselves is also needed. I am finding that more and more this year. And the broken cracks are often exactly the place the light shines through.
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You went to the place we are now ~~ waiting, hoping for a return to normalcy.
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Normalcy will return soon, Jenna. Sending love and light 💝
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Life in these times can seem such a struggle, I understand the despair of ‘no end in sight’.
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