Overshadowed
OVERSHADOWED
I was not ready as the
white clouds over
shadowed
rearing up and
dragging
me in four directions
north south east west
there are too many colors
too many detoured
directions
I am still . Is this the
calm before the storm?
I talk...
to myself set
apart from the stark
reality of
mountains and contours
old wounds will close
valleys will cry
out their healing
heights. Happy little
lambs that are pure
and innocent again
washed by His blood
overshadowed
shame
as the vain
narcissus
open innocent
white faces in
the vineyards
of a fruitless
life
© Kim van Breda - 23 November 2015
Copyright © Kim Van Breda | Year Posted 2015
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