My Focus

My Focus

Like the great and mighty redwoods grow 

As they go higher, the weeds below

Have not one prayer for their continued existence 

So it is with me in firm persistence 

I will focus on the light

Not spending energy on what against me fights

But rather spend all on reaching  what's above me, higher

I continue to seek, to hear the lyre

The music of the skies

I embrace the truth, I ignore the lies

Simply growing in the rain 

Despite all loss, despite the pain

I keep on reaching again and again

For the sunlight is always before me

1/12/17