Poem #25

Sometimes the road gets tough, faith gets tested and I may not know why. I close my eyes. Scared of what I might find in the darkest regions of my mind. As storms surges and earthquakes stir, Mother Earth reminds us that we belong to her. A mother thinks of her son. A daughter dreams of being a little girl, a far cry from who she is in a world she has been lost to. A war rages in a mans head as he yells at no one in particular on a busy city street about nothing new. Clouds drift by in a sky that is pale blue. I stop and think of you. If heaven was a place on Earth than it would be with you, from this time forth it’s all for you. (an ongoing poem perhaps a song, to be continued)
FotoMahaloness -Obama 5 in process, ‘Are you a Believer?’ (Obama or who?) a paintamentary on the Obama years and a world in flux.

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