Your Hero
like a run away hubcap spinning down the road...your life spins out of control;
how will this end—on a rocky hillside or a soft grassy knoll?
with forehead wrinkles and squinted vision you watch hopes and dreams burst into flames
flames igniting your inner core to not give up...
from this damnation of life’s bitter cup...
anxietic thoughts mushrooming like an atomic explosion inside your mind
space
in a toxic drunk you struggle to hold on—with clenched teeth— you cry out for savin’ Grace....
all the while destitution lurking in the shadows to capture your soul...
as beguiling sillouettes of enchantment tap dance to the intricate fibers of your being losing hold...
like a broken string sending a yo-yo on a downward descend
flat on your face—hard—you fall
questioning— from this— how can I mend?...
at rock bottom you lay...
you pray...
the dam burst— too heavy— the weight of bitter confection
cheeks quivering you gaze into your puddle of tears;
you see a reflection...
at ground zero...
staring back; it’s you—your hero...
you hear a voice whisper...
“there’s no place to go my child but up—
hand over to Me—thy bitter cup”...
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