Wednesday, May 19, 2010

Threshold

Even though the scars are many
I feel like I've seen the light
Feel like I've found a threshold
That's held up against tonight

The stone that built my shelter
Harbors many safe within
Against the raging of the surface
And the axle's deadly spin

He's held on though I've fought him
Trying to let myself drown
But he somehow always brings me around

Lifts me up and puts me on solid ground

3 comments:

Kitty Moore said...

Stay on solid ground my friend - we need your poetry!

Pat Tillett said...

I'm sure solid ground feels pretty good right about now. Glad to see you safe and back at it my friend...

Cotton Blossom said...

I was just thinking today how you really don't have to share any of this with us, you could keep this beautiful poetry to yourself. You have such a generous soul. Glad to know you!