Exceptional The search for wellness and fulfilment. Wishing Well by LisaMay Rhyming Poetry Contest contest entry

Life feels so unkind – dusty drought has left its mark, dry furrows scar my mind. In this desert without a feature I am still God’s trusting creature, but within my barren heart no seed will grow. I’m wondering, does it show?   Wishing I had a hand to hold  as I grow old; wishing that my dark  held a spark; wishing there was joy, not moping, I struggle on, barely coping.   Across the surface I skim – an empty husk, I rattle around,  blown at windy whim. How will I find mind’s ease? Who will I find to please?  Flat, flat, all is stone; my horizon’s an empty plain. Is this how it will remain?   Wishing I had a hand to hold  as I grow old; wishing that my dark  held a spark; wishing there was joy, not moping, I struggle on, barely coping.   There are many reasons why I could give up; I could lie down under the brazen sky, but I carry my bucket of hope  on a rope, searching for My Well. I feel that I might find it yet, just this side of Hell.       Recognized Author Notes Author's Note: This is my rhyme scheme: Verses: A, B, A, C, C, D, E, D. Repeats: F, F, G, G, H, H. This is not an autobiographical poem. Recently, I have been involved in an engrossing project: collaborating with an artist to provide individual poems to accompany a dozen portraits of young men troubled by loneliness and mental unease. This poem may become part of the exhibition. I have used the concept of drought as a metaphor in this poem, but on a more obvious level, the poem could be taken to show that prolonged drought and its impact on family livelihood, stress, and stock losses, can lead to mental health issues for farmers.

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