Faith Like Multiple Somersaults
sweet candy used to be a friend of mine
sour mold is now the enemy i fall for
the air is so cold down here
i am impervious to dying
the well is now dry here
for some reason i keep on going
maybe it is what my mother told me about faith before colon cancer claimed its next victim
perhaps that faith is the guardrail i have been invisibly holding on to all this time
this faith....it is my umbrella in any level of rain
then again, it is sort of like my protective coating for the vulnerable skin of my obvious underconfidence
i always accept every offer when the door knocks....wherever i am....
sour mold used to be the enemy i fall for
sweet candy is now a friend of mine
Copyright © Marty King | Year Posted 2015
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