Crawling there through the mud I
Scraped along, through flesh and blood
The water came in rivulets
In floods that I could not forget.
Gravel ground and broken glass
Over where my body’s passed.
Marked time in pulse memories with
Seconds to days with no end to see.
Salvation was just there beyond
Where light and crash does oft respond
This overhead swirled in the sky
As lightning bolts came crashing by.
Up there beyond the cloudy seas
Where I dream that I can drift on free
In Sunshine’s arms and nothing more
Than rest and heal against these sores.
The journey’s half the story then
When’s this journey going to end?
Somewhere anon, and somewhere close
Somewhere new, yet missed the most.