Ups Downs and Ups
A Poem

Sometimes she is a daydreamer Sometimes lazy enough to see any Somedays she is like an open book Somedays a walking mystery
Like cirrus clouds float aimlessly in the sky She thinks her dreams are going nowhere If only she could see The nimbus of creativity around her
The dreams seem dark and purple Once seen as bright and golden These are only the hiccups Life is all about ups downs and ups If only she knew What she is destined to do
Bending the difficulties Into the arc of possibilities She Looks up Asks the universe for some guidance She knows now She will find new horizons
©️ K A Simran 2020. All Rights Reserved.
In response to Xavier Van Holde’s poetry salvage Ideastream No. 68. Thank you, Xavier, your poetry salvage teaches new and interesting words.
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