Fear not the poet’s cryptic form or rhyme.
Gazing the navel will skew what is true.
That day shall come, too soon , notfastenough;
to know thyself above all else is wise,
but wisdom wields a pain that burns like fire
a proud sight beheld, from stern to the prow.
When given option One or Two – try Three.
Perhaps it’s in the dimming gloam we’re best.
’tis as I feared, we’ve entered zone called “friends”;in search of different – more – though this is fun.while something … More
The thing most true was never true for me / until one day it dawned and ended night.
The ache which seems will never go away, one day shall flee like so much cloud and mist.
Tools abound to fix what mends are needed.
Today I wear the shoes I chose myself; Turns out that flight is only for a time.
Then Clarity arrived at once, so Fast
/ Paint with the Rainbow, Life will come at last.
the door before me bids me walk on through, but pieces – grief and anger – won’t allow.
I fear that I shall never live to see / a world that’s lived the way her God designed
The shoes, while fitting poorly, won me praise, but winning praise becomes a daily chore