Little Nuggets of Hope
On hope that works without promising happiness
We celebrate International Optimists Day today.
False positivity can be grating, sometimes even harmful...but we do need hope when it counts.
Little nuggets of positivity do that.
Optimism is hope - when it matters.
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Paula traversed her little block
Offering kindness, hope dealt small;
Not everybody's solid rock
Just gentle tidings, peace for all.
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She waters the neighbours' sun-parched plants;
Returns a wallet, thoughtless lost;
She leaves a note, of deeds unsung
Of their goodness, does not boast.
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I watch her good deeds, unstated cheer,
And then start to cringe;
Her constant brightness, hope for peers,
Discomfort some, unhinge
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I then learn, a tad too late,
That Paula kept a log;
Of past loss borne, that her deeds rebate
And brought light through the fog.
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Paula passed, but her notes stay,
Their kindnesses remain;
To lift the pain, the hurt that frays
To take away Life's stains.
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Original poem written by Michelle Liew Tsui-Lin. AI tags are coincidental.
For Mikeydred's February challenge
About the Creator
Michelle Liew Tsui-Lin
Hi, i am an English Language teacher cum freelance writer with a taste for pets, prose and poetry. When I'm not writing my heart out, I'm playing with my three dogs, Zorra, Cloudy and Snowball.
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Comments (4)
If only there were more like Paula! Lovely thoughts. 💜
Well-wrought! The pursuit of happiness in itself can become damning, as in order to maintain such a state in perpetuity necessitates doing so at the expense of others. The lesson is that we only ever accrue it to give it away, whether throughout our lives... or in the end! Better, I surmise, to pursue peace and love through self-discipline and good works, and allow happiness, that fickle child, to come and go as it pleases! It is, of course, always welcome!
Beautiful and inspiring, Michelle!
This a great entry