I Returned to a Place of Love

The “stumbling block “ prompt

I plunged into barren lands, to a place where words didn’t live, stories stale and already told, Narrations and tales we’ve oft-heard and repeated.

I peeped into an abyss, a pit of words choked by fear, poisoned by the critic's sword, strangled by negativity and starved of hope.

I listened to the pictures, waited for a thread to weave by, sifted in the pile inside, I shook and dusted in crevices black, Searched for a bright spark.

I journeyed to familiar paths, To a place solace and comfort lived. I opened and looked within, to find rhymes and rhythms lived here, too.

I returned to my abode, to a place of warmth and comfort, to the bosom that nestled, wrapped me tight as my heart broke.

I came home once more, to a place which lived inside me, I’d wondered out to sea, ‘til the lighthouse far out and away, showed the path to follow.

I returned to my haven, to a place where creativity and inspiration, thrived and owned its success. I toiled in the face of failure, dared not quit when behind.

Margaret Bett

This is in response to J.D. Harms prompt linked below.