Blossoming fears sprout in the head
Harbinger of doom lurks with dread
The pending torture slowly nears
As eyes are bound to flow with tears
There seems no chance of raving cheers
All focus is on blossoming fears
Sinking down deep to bounce back up
Harbinger brought forth half a cup
The other half showed some new light
Sweetening the cup until right
Having fears,like a tea bag, steep
Life’s good after sinking down deep
submitted to dVerse on the Harbinger prompt
like how life turned out better after that tea
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Very engaging write Astrid, liked the image of the teabag dip…
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“sinking down deep to bounce back up” I like that phrase 🙂
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I love adding another half cup… sometimes we look for darkness way too much
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I like this…..the sinking and the rising….the steeping. Well done.
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Good point about life being good after sinking deep.
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I love this. That fear – I’ve certainly felt it, and let it grow, and then come to realise it wasn’t as bad as I thought. I don’t know if you did this week’s quadrille, where the key word was “steep”? I like your teabag imagery. Maybe we are all teabags sometimes, darkening the world around us, when the tea is actually inside us…
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