This life is so rich
It's a golden tapestry
That catches on my hands
and gnaws away at my torn skin
It sows seeds into the sutures of Earth's
Endless sky
And falters like a baby dove
Just learning how to fly
Sometimes it plummets
Sometimes it soars
The gushing waterfall rivets me
as it rushes and roars.
God's wrath and sorrow
Still Hails and pours
And I come out stronger than I ever was before
My skin slowly softens
My hair tinges in the sun light
Instead finding ways to escape and run
I stand my ground and learn to fight
Spilled Ink 