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The world sways
sometimes we stumble
our knees buckle
sometimes we fall
what if I can't rise one more time
what if the darkness sometimes wins
the light shines bright beside me, but
the shadow engulfs me within
at times I have held onto your wing
and you not only raise up
you take me higher than I have been
the air is shallow and breath is slow
but eventually we return foot to soil
and mouth to words, but
here I fall again
My thoughts talk to me like a once crowded room
where no one longer lives
My memories whisper to me in pictures with a mute voice
every color a word, every shape a phrase that reminds me
yesterdays are sweet, but only fading dreams
today is slowly becoming just a memory
tommorow is an open book
empty page after empty page, but
my ink well is not dry
I look up from dirt and ash
no rings no roses
we all fall
down, rise
from our sorrows for the smile that once warmed us
has never left, and it never shall
tommorrows memories are not predictable
future is not drawn in certianty
We like to write our wishes in pen
as if they would never change, and
some never do, but not every dream comes
true.
I look down at my hands and they tell me where I've been
the dirt, the blood, the ink
you wash it off but it still seeps through
you put your heart to paper
your set your thoughts to song
everything that got you here is what picks you up when you've
fallen.
H. Jason Patterson III
