This life is such a mix.
One moment we’re wont to sing,
And in the next, we recoil –
feeling the sting.
Our spirits push and pull
Clouds over the moon.
Leaving us to bask in the chill.
None of us, are impervious
To this alchemy.
Add a pinch of salt
And a dash of pepper.
The final brew is unknown.
Thinking we must swallow it alone,
Is a tipping point of despair.
Until I feel another’s hand
reach out and hold me in the balance.
My heart did swell, when
Thick in the quagmire,
I found you.
Always you.
By Sarah ©2019
Sammi Scribbles, Weekend Writing Prompt #98 – Impervious and also, The Sunday Whirl, Wordle 396
LIVING THE DREAM 