Pandora’s box

I dreamed I was searching
For Pandora’s box,
Buried in an abyss
Of darkness and rocks.
Whilst searching
I was tortured by pain,
Of a thousand souls
Hell was unable to contain
In all this torture
I was approached by hope,
It was anchored to my life
And I was the rope.
It was not just chaos
There was light,
It came from inside me
And it was peaceful and bright.
After the tests and trials
Wisdom remained,
I stood strong
Well balanced and trained.
In all these lessons
I stumbled on a cave,
Pandoras box had been opened
And the world was its slave.


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21 Responses to Pandora’s box

  1. Simon says:

    Nice to see you and your powerful words 🙂

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  2. The Militant Negro says:

    Reblogged this on The Militant Negro™.

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  3. Katrina,
    Great metaphor use. I was thinking about how hope anchored you as you fell into the cave.
    Funny how our drives will steer us blindly into dangerous area.
    Really enjoyed this one!

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  4. Coyote from Orion says:

    Best wishes for the rest of the week xx

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  5. Excellent poetic write my friend. 🙂

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  6. simonfalk28 says:

    May your anchor in hope never be out of reach. Nice one, yet again. 🙂

    Liked by 1 person

  7. Rajiv says:

    Milady! you outdo yourself!

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