Quick GlancesWaking hours & I pray for rest, So much easier than breath after breath, A scattered format of thoughts to offer, Not knowing if I could trust her, This doubt can only do its worst, A blessing recognizes the end of a curse, Expand throughout this guarded light, Guiding, protecting, & taking flight, Divinity within represents a tree & a book, Recovering the quick glances of a look, I tremble in this struggle to hold on, To have faith there was a reason I was born, Apologetic for me even being alive, Acknowledge the inevitability that I will die. |
|
|