• Loni Hoots

Work of Art (Poem)


I’m just passing by in life,

and I'm hanging by a thin rope,

but I’m okay,

so, thank you for asking.


The gray sky has disappeared,

along with my mind,

but here comes something on the horizon,

I guess that’s the point.

Cause once all the pain is stripped away

life becomes a work of art.


Out of tragedies,

out of tears,

comes a new me,

and it happened slowly,

but I’m not worried.

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