Before the fog of trauma I saw pearly gates
Ajar with festivities of joy and laughter
I remember frozen moment in time
Brazen forbidden touch, my mind unguarded.
The number three precedes four or more
The late Veteran's flag is triangular
My frame of mind saw oblivion
I stood broken before fog of addiction.
One, and only One seals broken frames
The prodigal snapped to his senses
Gold of souls won't rest unpolished
Fog of years will be abolished.
I've read a thousand books before
Only one filled my senses with faith galore
One, and only one gave filtered smile
A perfect bloom beyond borders.
Copyright © Iris Elizabeth Sankey-Lewis | Year Posted 2021
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