I thank The Universe
At least for what I can
For the golden pennies
On The Road
That led me here
And for the roads
that might come
Four leave clovers
Watching me
from the side
Dancing with the wind
Eyes wide
And for the bridges
Leading me ahead
Until I may join the angels
Flying
In the sea of death
At last for all
Precariousness
it holds my hand real tight
Pulling me for the next step
On that foggy bridge of life
I thank The Universe
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Growing Pains
PoetryA retelling of growing up with all of the highs and lows. Condensed into few words are my experiences with people, self-discovery, and the small parts of life and the world I've gotten to see through the windows of my childhood home.
