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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