i am a stepping stone
to greatness
you can tread upon me
on your way
to healing
i am a bridge to
self-knowledge
my river of truth
is forded with
the selfishness of
bears at feeding time
how easy it is to stand
in the right spot
and let the fish
come to you
no effort
no thought of the
death that feeds your soul
but what of the river
rinsed with the blood?
what of the bridge
cracking and breaking
with every footstep?
3 comments:
you're poem-blogging again! great news. i miss your thoughts, please keep them coming! xx
Do you have copy writer for so good articles? If so please give me contacts, because this really rocks! :)
I really like when people are expressing their opinion and thought. So I like the way you are writing
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