I stand on my ground, pinning my shadow self strongly.
Deeply rooted.
Storms have passed their rage upon me like children's fists.
Blizzards have hit me hard with their frozen hearts.
Sun has scorched it's unrelenting light on me.
Ravens and crows have circled at twilight
Things have wormed in me
Sudden strikings have cracked fire.
I abide in a stretching day
I abide.
I hold the sky
Its monstrous blue
Its decaying clouds
Its beautiful rain
- Author: Jabberwocky ( Offline)
- Published: June 2nd, 2017 05:18
- Category: Unclassified
- Views: 48
Comments3
Definitely not self deprecation . You have live rich and full. Love the attitude.
Thanks Augustus 🙂
Very good write.
Thanks as always Goldfinch. 🙂
Powerful piece, J ... Kudos!
Thank you Louis. 🙂
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