Braving It

Saving it.
With a making of it,
My love of life...
As a sequel.

And braving it.
Through stormy days,
Will be my life...
To seek those peaks,
I wish to reach.

Borrowed are no sorrows,
To maintain.
Tomorrow I seek the Sun,
And not the rain.

I make those choices,
To choose to rejoice.
And with open eyes,
Fears inside I push aside.

Saving it.
With a making of it,
My love of life...
As a sequel.

And braving it.
Through stormy days,
Will be my life...
To seek those peaks,
I wish to reach.
And...
With a peace,
I keep within.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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