poetry

Blur

When challenges appear blurry

Things get out of vision
Try not to worry

Every scene is an illusion

For what is close

Becomes unclear

And greenery grows

But not very near

Life is uncertain, yes

As the truth lay behind

A curtained blurry mess

Of demons and the world’s grind

One may not see

That growth and gain

Has to be

From problems and pain

So, here’s the truth

When things get blur

Will come to fruit

The sweetest myrrh

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