Sadness slithers within your psyche
hissing gossip of false consolations
With cynical sympathy, he whispers persuasions
promising solace in isolation
Lulled by the illusion of tranquility
It’s easy to trust the ease of his eulogy
nestle into his assurance of serenity
and acquiesce to dismay
But, there is no peace in his offering
He leads astray — betrays
those who fall prey to his treachery
…
A rose-blushed horizon beckons
ushering relief for the weary
Foreshadowing beatitudes’ bliss
the ombre oasis glistens
No leisurely endeavor
the decision — the revision— to hope
To travail, prevail over adversity
Unveil your grace and regale in its glory
Be wary, he will try to tarry your journey
Dispel your desire, repel your joy
Cloak your comfort in delusions
Badgering valor with scheming daggers
…
Ye of wee faith
Will you at last awake from your hibernation
Listen to the inspiration presiding
already residing in your soul
Big Girl Panties 
Lisa, well done. This stanza spoke to me the most.
“No leisurely endeavor
the decision — the revision— to hope
To travail, prevail over adversity
Unveil your grace and regale in its glory”
I love the interplay and reflective pause between decision and revision to hope. The last line to “unveil your grace,” is powerful. We have the power to overcome adversity or find success, we just need to unveil that ability to deal with it. It is not unlike a bride unveiling her face to the world saying I am ready and can handle anything. Keith
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Thank you! I am so happy you understood what I was trying to convey.
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