At the End of it All

There is a vision which sustains me,
plans made in my mind when the
juggling of life priorities takes its toll.

There is a hope, an intent for the struggle
to facilitate the escape, for the needs
of the present to be sent to the past.

There is a place near running water,
hidden deep in the country, where the strands
connecting life to stress are severed.

There is abundant time in this place,
time to write of walks in the woods,
time to embrace a state of grace.

There is an aspect of bliss in this dream I pursue,
and in the pauses between stress and demands
there is a vision which sustains me.



Filed under Poetry, Poetry - Prompts

4 responses to “At the End of it All

  1. writeejit

    Amen to that!

  2. Your words make the de-stressing happen. This is perfect.

  3. Oh, my, YES. I’m drawn to water, too. And woods. This is beautiful, Mark. It is both hopeful, and aching…which is exactly how I feel about my own Happy Place.

Some of what I write is true, some is fiction; most is merely possibility.

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