Ferverent

Written from April 27th- May 7th 2010

   And so it is, that in my kingdom of woes,
   the dust from shattered dreams gathers and
   perpetuates the daunting task of mending, which I own.
   Finds me embracing the pain that has been thrust upon me
   while confronting the mountain, with the willingness to climb
   holding frayed ropes and hardware of rust
   I scale facades of rocky obstacles, skin on stone
   bleeding in the emptiness that echoes alone

   Should I reach this peak where no-one is home
   I must shout to the heavens to share this load
   and stand before the mirror until it speaks
   For all who forsake me in my time of need
   don't say you knew me if you did not help me succeed
   to soften the tears of a sturdy man, so you can view me
   without the reflective glass, like an open window
   near the door that lets you in.

        Copyright  T.L. Anderson  2010