I met a master of words
could spin you a tale out of spoons and feathers
leaving cotton in the mouth, dry to the tongue
and thirsty for more...
told me
a tree will break concrete if given enough time
and so to
the moulds that hold us locked
in a single crippling thought.
perhaps those words were wrong
and time is not a key to releasing
blistered shackles.
but having purpose can turn
the fallen into limping to striding to flying
all made worthwhile when not alone.
Aug 14, 2014
Aug 14, 2014 at 7:38 PM UTC
I met a master of words
could spin you a tale out of spoons and feathers
leaving cotton in the mouth, dry to the tongue
and thirsty for more...
told me
a tree will break concrete if given enough time
and so to
the moulds that hold us locked
in a single crippling thought.
perhaps those words were wrong
and time is not a key to releasing
blistered shackles.
but having purpose can turn
the fallen into limping to striding to flying
all made worthwhile when not alone.
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