Do I Stand, Forgotten

Do I stand, forgotten

As I forget myself

It all breaks and then it all bends

And then it’s put back on the shelf

And a few simple words are etched on a page

Aged by the dust that rests on the cage

Stages are set with passion and rage

In the end, it all turns out well

 

A well that is deep

And cold, and dark

Occasionally dry

Occasionally stark

As I stand in silence

I notice a lark

In the dead of night

Silhouette against stars

 

Do I stand, forgotten

In this quiet place

I stand, out of breath

Though it’s not a race

Galaxies and cosmos

And a welcome embrace

This is home – this is Love

This is your space

 

Photo by Greg Rakozy on Unsplash

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