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To be an option. Then to be not chosen.
Thoughts of possible rejection cause my heart
To steadily move from Love to Frozen.
It’s hard to Let It Go but, when the mind
Is called to action by the releasing of the bow
And piercing of the arrow and the truth
Beginning to bludgeon, blow by blow,
It can be better to fall on the Rock and
Be broken than to cling to death for life’s worth.
There can be no interest during moments
Of silence at times of merriment and mirth.
Tiers in friendship, bringing tears in friendship
That ultimately wash the eyes to aid clarity
In making the decision to walk away from
Tiers to healing and inner parity.
Traipsing the landscape of my mind,
Burning under the sun of what seems to be,
I seek to rest in the shadows of Christ
And wait for the sun to set on what seems to be.
I’ll watch the sun set and let the situation
Come to me as I remain in the safety of my mountain.
My Rock, my Shield, my Hiding Place.
My refill of Love from an eternal fountain.
Copyright © Darren Robinson | Year Posted 2014
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