Pieces To Grasp

Kindle the back of my

neck repair the wrecks,

crashing in my mind,

heal my weak defects.

How would you say

you conquer this way;

as if a messiah slayed

pain while you prayed?

Your power is a miracle

and with a tender soul

you return kindnesses

with a prophet’s control.

See I’m incomplete to

bring it unto fruition

that what I want it is

often a failed mission.

Moment is a candle lit

you I ought must learn

your ways quickly for

the hours they do burn.

As soon as I know it I

do awaken I am aware

time has passed gone

and I’m no longer there.

All I can do it is folly

for the past is in stone.

What is left are pieces

you plant and let grow.

Let the weeping willow

spring from harsh earth.

Pieces you healed grow

a peace I never deserved.

3 Comments Add yours

  1. PurpleStar says:

    This is beautiful. I love the imagery, I can relate to it. My head feels like that picture at times too 🙂

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    1. That is very nice of you to say. Many thanks. 🙏 Thank you for reading my randomness. I’m a little complicated at times. As is life but being able to relate with people is what life is about. 🙂

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      1. PurpleStar says:

        I’m a little complicated and very random as well. So I guess that’s why I relate 🙂

        Liked by 1 person

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