His Raft
Standing upon a floating raft,
Where he roams he does not know,
With nothing shading above his head,
And nothing stored below,
His hope, his mind, it drifts along,
Thoughts bobbing up and down,
Until he sees truth in the dark,
The vision is profound,
He’s drifting because she pushed him,
Pushed him from the land,
Pushed him out to open water,
At last he understands,
She saw his scars, his bruise, his wounds,
She must have been afraid,
Of the hurt anchored to his heart,
So she pushed him away.
Copyright © Lewis Raynes | Year Posted 2018
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