Monday, 2 September 2019

Crisis Point 29-11-13 Poem

Crisis Point 29-11-13

The four sides of the human coin was flipped.
And landed to make me a gentle man.
A sensitive child through play distracted,
In youth an odyssey to find my plan.
My foundation soft as tears of a dove.
Shunning misguided ideals of the man,
 Falling on my nature of just one glove.
A crisis point to change the way I ran,
From sprint to marathon I had to learn.
Defending my heart with walls of my mind.
Yet, Venus to Mars caused rages to burn,
Fanned by routine and forced to look inside.
Saved by oar, the fight, a gift, and my clan,
Complete with all sides, now a simple man.

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