Soaring above the cloud strewn sky
I'm centered enough to question why.
When no one seeks your reprimand
you think they have their heads in sand.
Life lessons are so hard to grasp
if you refuse a hand to clasp.
So hold your head up ,listen well.
In depth of silence there's truth to tell.
You may feel you're not in control
as if you have a well bruised soul.
Yet you've designed this tapestry.
In light of it all you are still free.
written by Deb Wilson
The motif I chose is philosophical