In distant gaze
She searches stifling air through a heavy hazeIt waves like a humid sea of disdainAs salty rain escapes her flushed faceShe is statuesque in digesting painIt’s where she’ll often resideSomehow Emerging determined on the other sideA superwoman and pillar of strengthHer fortitude is her embraceNeglected at lengthWhen her fruitful juices should be every man’s drinkA thirst quenching intelligent tasteOf powerful mindAnd everything I know to be graceDespite turbulent skiesStillEverydayShe finds reason to riseWhen I study her prideful eyesI can easily seeThere is no such thing as a setting sunOnly patience, and in prayer she’ll beAlways the optimistic prophetessShe is the rising sunIn herGod’s work is never doneWherever she chooses to standThis is where she’ll thriveShe will scratch and clawBut she will always surviveAnd as the sunShe’ll continue to rise
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royale jones says: deep analogy! nicely written... |
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darylg44 says: Thanks Royal. Thanks for reading man |
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mrmelody7 says: very lyrical style in your writes easy flow with movement enjoyed |
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darylg44 says: Thanks appreciate your kind words |
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2b2b2 says: Beautiful Homage....thanks for sharing.....well crafted....ONE |
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darylg44 says: Thanks again...humbled |
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DallasCowgirl says: Very nice piece! |
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Te'ArraPoetry says: Nice poem. |
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