In Many Ways... Poem by DM W

In Many Ways...



In many ways, we are still suffering
From our forced exile from the pure Garden.
Perhaps that why we poets feel the need
To create. We are constantly searching
For a kind of wholeness; which we have been
Denied. In dreams, I still perceive weary
Troubadours of the Light wandering through
The darkness of the stifling centuries.

Monday, June 15, 2020
Topic(s) of this poem: creativity
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