The Abnormal Divide

I heard it was hard For you to see merit In things that fell off While you'd felt weak What had happened Has become the past Who could have judged The hold it would have Especially from inside Doubt ravaged moments But what was left behind That thing that endured And now spun and blurred On a younger thought That matured like a spirit Absorbing smoked wood To be savoured later With notes once sung The reflections hold true When you stared upward Just past a Virginian ridge Through the stone arch Of a natural bridge