Battles

Battles

Standing right smack

In the middle of the fray

No time to react

So much coming my way

Duck dive twist run

What are we fleeing from?

Life. At times

Pushes right to the break

How much more can pile on my plate?

But I somehow manage

We all do it seems

Until the next twister

Rips at our seams

And when the storm passes

We look back with grace

And love and compassion and awe on our face

Who knew we could do it?

Life, we create.

D.R.H.

Rising Sun, Rising Moon