Passing Without Grace
Weathered face a moment of grace
speckled hands pushing through sands
of time space that can’t be replaced.
Hardened blood left behind in floods
creative passion without mission
grasping at fiction to make your distinction.
Holding your truth for the youth
speaking measures of your pleasures
willfully revealing your hearts dealings.
Copyright © Christina Mccallum | Year Posted 2012
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