When a thousand hammers beat a devastating rhythm
Shaking your squeamish, screaming innards to the core
When you are feeling lower than the underbelly of a snake
When no one remains whom you can count as your own
When the dice and cards are stacked against you
When the tide has turned entirely against you
When the world lies shattered in front of you
Like the broken pieces of multi-colored bangle pieces
Pick them up and build a kaleidoscope with them
Look through the lens at the shifting shapes of color
Girdle up your loins and march on long strides
Yours to conquer lies the entire rainbow universe!
You paint a convincing and hopeful picture. Nicely done.
Thank you. Glass is always half full!
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I love the flow and rhythm of your sonnet, noting the exhaustive list of trials we all face but then the wonderful shift into ‘hopeful’ ways of being: ‘Pick them up and build a kaleidoscope with them/Look through the lens at the shifting shapes of color’!! Love it!
Thank you. Appreciate your comments