the light may be dim
what could emerge from a year being sober?
you could discover dimensions unknown
to you right now, and your mind could be blown.
but then the evenings; they have a tendancy
of coming over me with such blues
that i have trouble deciphering who’s
a lover of mine, a friend and an enemy;
it seems to me like whoever here’s sent to me
comes and then goes; only few really stay.
the light may be dim, but that’s just today.
Luka.
Your poem speaks high volume of motivation and hope.
I enjoyed your content @lukakorba!