The Turnaround

My poem for Oneshotwednesday at Oneshotpoetry

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I’m standing in front of this heavy gate,

hard to open,

hard to find

I guess it’s fate,

I was hopin’

the world won’t mind

I guess it’s too late,

expecting fortune,

I guess I’m blind

I’m in a desprate state

happiness? God forbid!

a rope to bind

THEN the TURNAROUND

struggle overcome

my spine is straight

return… a big amount

the black hole…  a little one

nothing less than great

insufficiencies… not much to count

suddenly I can have some fun

suddenly a lighter gate

now it has a whole different sound

what’s it called?

I think it’s called happiness…