When the pieces fall apart
Never lost of who you are
And the essence of your being
Circumstances come and go
Trials and tests and shattered hopes
Breathe relief when breaks the day
How you’ve come a great long way
Joy is what you’re here to say: It’s mine.
I fought every trickstone in my path.
Mastered the art of walking this land
To breathe the way I knew I should
With the beauty and love that rivers the in
And if one writes about despair,
I can say, I’ve been there
It has stumbled in my lab
For which I’m resourced to obtain
The cure, the cause and ways of handling
In the fields I see flowers
In the night I hear silence
They tune my body head to toe
A stage of creation starts to flow
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