The Ledge of Life
Where is it that
the rivers all flow
and pool
with inculpable
eloquence?
Tell me where
the rain falls
and
washes
the guilt
sodden avenues
of my existence
clean.
Where are the
magnificent
mountains
that tower above
the pain
and
sickness
that have
cast shadows
over my
years?
There is a place
where the flowers
bloom with
such
radiance
and grandeur
from the soil
enriched
with
my laments.
I stand on
this ledge
waiting
for the
wind
to take me
there,
when I may
free myself
from hell
and unburden
the world of my
encumbering
shell.
Copyright © Kerrie Doyle | Year Posted 2007
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