Not sure where I stand
Not sure where I’ll be
Deep, sad remorse
Consumes
And engulfs me.
Sadness reeks of sickness
Monsters creep
And crawl around
Head full of anguish
Somehow
I must hold my ground.
Back laden
With burdens pulling
Pulling good hearts
Down.
Grip the soft shoulder
Of kindness
Let her lift me up
Munster courage
That surrounds us
It will back me up.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2013
I love the words, “Grip the soft shoulder of kindness.”
Beautiful post. Looking forward to reading more. Thanks for visiting and liking!!
Thank you and you’re most welcome! When I wrote those words I could feel that soft shoulder and DID need to grip it!