An invisible life,
Crowned with beauty,
A mind that's lost,
But a feeling of duty.
In it for the glory,
From a flash in which we came,
A motion picture of a story,
Created from this, a simple game.
Climbing every mountain,
Knowing your own truth,
Is the strongest way to see this place,
With strength you'll have your proof.
Shaping what is given,
Out of fear, regret and shame,
Is it any wonder we worry,
For all, it seems a pain.
You can't stop the movement,
Once you have arrived,
It's all a massive picture show,
Thoughts, feeling, were alive.
I use this pen to write,
Creating stories from a mind,
For another to comprehend,
In a different space and a different time.
- Author: daniel dawes ( Offline)
- Published: September 1st, 2016 01:01
- Category: Spiritual
- Views: 31
Comments1
Great writing, I recently got the courage to step up, and start writing again. Very inspirational. Hope to see more. Cheers
--DMR--
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