Our Birth Day breaks,
pouring sand through quickened senses,
restoring shine to tarnished self-belief.
Wrapped in miracles we become anew
beautiful in a small animal way,
and stride with eyes lifted in purpose,
opposing damaged feet.
Our Birth Day breaks,
pouring sand through quickened senses,
restoring shine to tarnished self-belief.
Wrapped in miracles we become anew
beautiful in a small animal way,
and stride with eyes lifted in purpose,
opposing damaged feet.
A beautiful poem. Very light, yet incredibly strong. Congrats again!
Thank you John, I’m wary of rhyme, but something to do with the swish swish swish of the dangerous hills of the mind made me do it 🙂