Black Gold.

She listens to the subtleties in nature, 

the soothing sounds of creation. 

In her head, 

a tender voice whispers, "Oh what a Rat race"!

She yearns for a Smooth landing as she leaps out of the glider of misery

She lets loose her parachute of faith and hope

The Force of the unseen bends the wind in her favor and directs her to green meadows with rivers flowing beneath

Oh what a Rat race!

from weakness I commenced 

to strength I was placed.

And to weakness I'll be returned.

Though my hair turns grey and space invades my jaws,

I'm free.

I was born to be free. 

Reviews

[carl]

Nice read, makes me reflect on a friend going through a severe situation, I glad "she leaps out of the glider of misery" and "from weakness I commenced to strength" glad you found a landing place hope the same for my friend. thanks for the post, well said. -carl

[SELF]

Hello Carl,
Thank you for finding the time to read through my fabric of thoughts and imagination. I'm quite certain that after difficulty comes ease, so I hope your friend finds the ease she needs.
//SELF.