Golden Age

The universe in bloom

But someday soon

The fires will die

And the cold, dark blackness

Will lie

Forever in a vast, empty space

Eternity will be

A murky, dismal place

But let us not lose hope

For where there is life

There will always be love

Sow the seeds from up above

Take heart in the beauty of the sky

And fear not your shortcomings

When the end is nigh


Author: Poets and Prose

I've suffered from depression, anxiety, and low self-esteem for many years. When my son was diagnosed with Autism, my depression took a turn for the worse. At the age of 39, I've opened up a new lease on life by learning to love myself and finding positive ways to cope with life's difficulties through blogging, fitness, photography, writing, and the arts. This is just one personal journey of healing and finding oneself.

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