THE WAYA Poem by Scott
There was a painful battle raging in my head; fists being thrown, spears flying through the air digging deep into their target and masks being warn to cover up and hide the mess that had been created. A storm of memories fought each other in a dance to guide me to the truth.
Then as I felt I couldn’t take anymore, I closed my eyes and I heard a voice.
The voice said, “Breathe, be still and let me take over the rest of the way"
© 2009 Scott |
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