Real being Realized.

How do we walk?

I am lost in steps

and precautionary caution.

There is a poisoned hand

which reaches for me;

It will be cut off before

the rot spreads to

this perfection.

I am mine,

for me,

who see you,

Forgetting.

God has many faces.

I am standing in his ocean,

waiting for the wave

that inspires me to plunge.

I am not sure that moment will come.

I am on the shore of heaven,

Inhale, exhale.

How do we breathe with no air?

Reviews

[Anicca]

I like this... a lot. Thanks for sharing.

[Alicia Schroeder]

This poem is wonderfully conducted. Awesome