Lighting
Lighting
There white limbs of lighting
reaching out with hope across a river of
tears dangeling over the edge of no fear.
The height was more than i
could bear I was snatched in mid air.
I knew I could cope if I could get
untangled from the quivering limbs of
lighting,AS I was looking thru
the mirror of fears thru my tears
.
A decision to leap for faith or
jump for life,Shivering in my boots
I jumped,Now I reap my rewards.
Sherri©2007
Copyright © Cheryl Mccall | Year Posted 2009
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