Into The Blue

My hand hard

found it a page.

It I scribble on

a crippled way.

I know not of

that I do speak.

I write this now;

serenity I seek.

I don’t fly up in

air for I absurd

have no aid like

your song birds.

You hum magic,

a harmony had.

It resonates joy

for all that’s sad.

Dry paper fluid

I have stagnant

words inside me

sad I now resent.

No word speaks

to a soul lament

I do my broken

joy I can’t mend.

Rise a chalice it

I use for a toast;

your strength I

love it the most.

Call down you I

see beauty a fowl.

Carrying hurt of

yesterday to now.

Awake ascend to

the deepend blue.

Share the air of a

remedy to soothe.

(Image: Pinterest/Animation: Jared Winchester/Content: Jared Winchester)

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