Monday, January 18, 2016

January 17


I crave a world that’s hard to catch
I chase and miss. I claw and scratch,
Like hen a seed stuck in a crack.
The spice of life only a patch.

I wander then I reattack.
The key must be to stay on track.
Weakness of heart I often face.
I play it safe and step on back.

A door exists. Its name is grace.
No need to push. Just stay in place.
His kiss I feel upon my cheek.
And so I rest and win the race.

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