Tuesday, June 22, 2010

Sometimes I Want To Run To A Rock Tall & Full Of Daisies And Thorns
Just Like Me
I Am Like The Rose That Grew From Concrete
Therefore Adversity Remains Obsolete
I Would Like To Fall Into Midnight Showers
Then Bathe In The Liquid Blessings That God Breathed Through His Being
I Am Seeing Reflections Of My Perceptions
Through My Distorted Sense Of Direction
Sometimes, I Just Want To Run
Sprint Into A Voyage With A Compass
No Accomplice
Just Me, My Heart & My Spirit
The Sun Rises
I Can See It, I Can Hear It

No comments:

Post a Comment