Not all mornings are good.

Posted byamita sanghaviPosted inChoices, Literature, poetry and reflections, Meditation and balance, Musings, prayer, Woman, WriterTags:, , , , , , , ,
The darkest hour is before the dawn.
Ces`t la vie
Some mornings 

A noisy silence
In your mind
But your lips smile.

Some mornings

A quiet noise
In your heart
But your lips pray.

Alternate cycles bring
A smile, as tears sting
Or tears, with a smile.

Accept.
Learn.
Detach.
Move on.
Stronger, surer.
This too shall pass
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