Stray Writings
Tuesday, March 26, 2019
Another one!
Like A Rock
A rock stands firm,
On solid ground. However,
Throw a rock into water,
and it sinks.
How can a rock
be solid foundation,
When it drags you into
The depths of darkness.
It Has Been Awhile
I'm alive,
Or at least,
So it appears.
Between night
And day, a tiny
Moment to sing.
The voice escapes
And sorrow released.
A tiny moment
To breathe.
I sing, and
Occasionally dance.
Before I go back
To work. Alone,
Dragging forward,
Holding hope,
When there seems
To be none.
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