Thursday, January 12, 2017

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


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