Beyond Saving, and It's a Great Thing
Lost in this time,
trapped in this place,
no friends of mine
here in this space,
run out of fuel,
not out of grace,
nothing but maybes.
Tossed from my throne,
fell down to Earth,
caught in the crush,
stuck in the search,
drifting away
from where I perched,
no need to ‘save’ me.
So out of date,
and out of touch,
not with the times,
hear it too much,
you call it bad,
I call it luck,
that’s what I’m saying.
See in my heart,
calm, quiet scenes,
harnessed the rage,
silenced the screams,
the cost is high,
rewards serene,
this path I’m taking.
Bold in the past,
courageous now,
certainty gone,
here comes the doubt,
a tool to use
once figured out,
it leaves you so free.
Walking the street
strong in my skin,
where fire ends
wisdom begins,
getting this far
I call a win,
I’m ‘beyond saving,’
and it’s a great thing.
Copyright © David Welch | Year Posted 2018
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