Vanessa Craven

You maybe pining?

You may be whining?

Maybe you’d like to go out wining and dining?

You’re stuck and lying low,

Confined to four walls and a ceiling,

The same light bulb,

The same old view.

You’re wishing for something new,

A pathway …

Out of this hazy daze,

Leading to a different ‘new’.

Life sucks sometimes,

And warps one’s view,

Rest assured there is always some good news!

Poking its head around the next corner,

A ray of sunshine,

Ready to  light your pathway,

A patch of blue up in the sky,

Just look up, and you’ll find it too.