When Sun shines bright, my grip relaxes,
I let go of death and taxes,
pool at place where thirst is quenched,
smile where jaw was tightly clenched.
Puddling messes can be scary,
Life’s complex, and heart is wary,
but when fist becomes a hand,
soul can swim to Promised Land.
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Life can be – messy.
Confusing.
Complicated.
The path we tread
is often concealed by debris
left behind from the Fall.
It’s so easy to lose our way
when we are afraid to wade in,
engage with the mayhem,
combat the clutter,
step on things that crunch
or go bump in the night.
But
if you hold my hand,
and I pin my heart to my sleeve,
we just might
muddle our way through.
Turn the tables on turmoil.
Clear this path.
Together.
Meanwhile, Melody Muses... 