Poem: Hidden Joy.

Worrying is fruitless.

To win,

You must lose it.

When it finds you,

Depart from it,

It’s empty and useless.


Living is ruthless.

Daytime stress

And night sweat,


And regrets,

Assault all of our senses.


A disaster

Or a fine mess,

Life has many

Hidden joys in it,

Even when troubles

Seem endless,

One must strive

To see roses

In the dirt.


Written by

Ivie M. Eke 2019.

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