Fallible gods

Thanks for life, the wishful thoughts, the hour glass and so on…

Yeah! So many things to be thankful for, but can we?
Do we?
Not when we are only spurred on by the lesions

 

Admittedly, the last time was not the last time
I have come to admit that I am human and fallible
I have fallen and not able
Disabled

 

You constrict and leave me frail with fracture
A total knockoff that always misrepresents my posture
My dented frame, shaking frailly in its structure
So unwilling to go on but for the big picture

 

To unshackle myself from the haunted past
I dare concentrate on the lessons and blessings
And be thankful for the gunpowder in my hourglass
For the sun sets even in Paradise

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

The writer tweets @vilejah