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:
Stay on solid ground my friend - we need your poetry!
I'm sure solid ground feels pretty good right about now. Glad to see you safe and back at it my friend...
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!
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