National poetry writing month

National poetry writing month
A month of madness

Tuesday, 29 April 2014

Take me hand

It is ok my child
She takes me hand
and leads me out into the land
come baby steps
come steady now
and wipe the sweat from your brow
I stumble forward
My heart is fast
I know deep down it will not last
a panic comes
a fleeting fear
Dont stop she says, you are near
I grab the frame
the door is mine
let go of it, it will be fine
look forward now
do not look back
i will give you the strength that you do lack
I walk outside
the sun shines down
The light of day removes my frown
I told you so
her voice is still
My goddess is my cure all pill.


No comments:

Post a Comment

Thanks for commenting. You lovable weirdo