Light does not fall on us equally.
There are hours of gentle illumination, while some remain in shadow.
Random flashes which leave you for no reason at the front of the line.
Or the end, randomly burned, scorched,
with head shaking disbelief. Tranquil dusk light on leaves.
Other days blinded into paralysis, unable to see a way forward.
I remain in a thundercloud waiting room, counting shadows like minutes.
Weatherizing my soul before the next hurricane.
Steadfast, determined in my stance, for a return of the glow
In stillness it will find me.
Sun’s warm hand on my back again.
This too shall pass.
© Ali Grimshaw 2017
flashlight batteries - Ali Grimshaw 
I love the prose of this piece and the words that stand out most for me are……”This too shall pass!”
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Thank you for your reflection Etta.
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Light does not fall on us equally….
I remain in a thundercloud waiting room, counting shadows like minutes….
Steadfast, determined in my stance, for a return of the glow
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Thank you for your reflection.
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Ali, this is a thoroughly mind bending poem, especially your centre line, “I remain in a thundercloud waiting room, counting shadows like minutes” insightfully brilliant. I see you’ve had lots of likes so far, but no comments, sometimes I wonder…. your words here are outstanding and deserving of many accolades ….
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Thank you Ivor. Your reply means a great deal. I sometimes wonder what readers make of my words but I also think that many of us are moving at warp speed. I have had a challenging day and your comments are truly uplifting especially coming from a fellow poet. I hope your day is grand.
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These days Ali, every new day, is a grand day, another day in life that I can still communicate and write. x
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That is an awesome attitude. I am with you on celebrating the small joys of life.
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Unbelievably beautiful, deeply relevant and timely.
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Thank you, thank you, for this response.
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