Gift

Poetry

Through all the wrongs designed to break us down

Through all the scuffles of a life constrained

One truth remains unchanged, one love remains

There is a sacred place in people's lives

A place resilient to filth and snare

I'll meet you there, in truth, I'll meet you there.

The strain builds up as to forget the gift

But I return to it like waves to shore

When life spews pointless, petty builds, our souls are more.

I breathe the air, I touch the ground, I shiver,

When warmth and waves reach out to touch my hand

I'm born into the miracle of freedom, the gift of a beginning without end.