While the naked eye sees nothing,
the indigenous heart feels eternal loss.
Trust leads desire through faith,
even as a dark cloud of doubt evolves.
Disenchantment hovers, symbiotic,
a hungry vulture,
a shadow cast upon dreams.
Eventual fear and uncertainty triumph.
Consumed by sadness,
devoured by desperation,
under resigned surrender.
~McGuffy Ann Morris, Weeds
There are times when we must come to terms with something beyond our control. It is not easy to do, but sometimes, all that is left is surrender.
Please read my Challenge Reveal Post for insight on the poetry that I chose to share here.