Mother, help me find a way, through this noise unto brighter day.
My heart beats harder every step, but I know not what's coming next.
So many a times, to my knees I fall, and in this noise I find my all.
These are the comforts within my home, guarding me 'gainst the things unknown,
Guiding me through the sorrow with trust, making me shine, softening my rust.
YOU ARE READING
The View From Above
PoetryThis is a book full of feelings. maybe they aren't my feelings, maybe sometimes they are. If you read it, try to relate to the feelings being portrayed. We'll see what happens.
