MY BROKEN ROPE
I stand alone, behind a blind sheet of glass,
Stuck in a whirlpool, I’m bound by my cast,
I am a leaf, blowing like a tumble weed,
Living what I’ve sewed, bound by my seed,
Engulfed in flames, my life is in turmoil,
Poisoned is my plant, laid in this soil,
Strong is the tiger, and loud is the lion,
But scared is the weak, lost and dying,
I stare at the heavens, and it seems right,
But lost is the love, gone in the night,
I’m an image, vanished in reflection,
Which way to go, so many directions,
Please give me faith, and show me hope,
Hanging by a strand, from a broken rope.
8/2/10 MULLIS
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