Burning Hand

Burning Hand

Time it seems to be passing quicker now,
That I have upheld my solemn vow.
Flaming hands in the darkened night,
Sacred oaths taken to always write.
Practicing my craft on a daily basis,
Not much has changed I'll tell you this,
Searching for my own path to perfection,
With each acceptance and rejection.
Doing what I can, a little bit each day,
Sharing with the world all I have to say.
As I had promised so many years ago,
Yet my time will come I somehow know.

01/18/2017

Reviews

[MCS]

I don't see why it wouldn't come, this is wonderful writing.