Sagacious words

Poetry is a deal of joy and pain and wonder, with a dash of the dictionary. ~ Khalil Gibran

Friday, 1 June 2012

Stepping Stones

Run through the gauntlet,
Bleed against a backdrop,
Of indifference and resist,
So as to stop the self pity.

Quietly contain the fury,
Invest the mind and heart,
As the mettle of a spirit,
Is tested again and again.

Recognise and survive it,
The pain and disposition,
Whether the storm rages,
Or the awoken sun shines.

When inside of utter chaos,
Seek the silence and breathe,
The weapons of distraction,
Do nothing except feed fear.

The speeding inferno screams,
All along the way of the living,
Trying to find the stepping stones,
That balance a small act of being.


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