Sinking like a stone
Swimming without a life-preserver
Falling like a star
Floating without a parachute
I can't help but singing, as to the stone I'm clinging
I can't help but crying, as to the star I'm holding
Being in the snow-globe, as life is doing the shaking.
Looking in all directions, because I need more asking
not knowing how, is still doing
not knowing when, is still looking
carry on will be what's working
knowledge will come with asking
Life does not come with out its challenge.
Carry on with all the load I've received.
Footsteps in the sand confirm the knowledge
that I have the help I need
This painting is not finished but the theme of the abstract about how life gets shaken up and we just have to have faith to Carry on and ....How did poetry jam know this is on my easel now?
The poem was written yesterday and the painting worked on in the past days because painting helps me solve problems and think things through.
I just did not have a title...I was tryng to think and I opened the
new prompt and I have a title.