| ||||||||||
| ||||||||||
| ||||||||||
| ||||||||||
| ||||||||||
|
| ||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
| ||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
| >> Static Item >> Poetry >> Emotional >> ID #1609615 |
| |||||||||||||
|
Within the folds of joy, I cry.
Before me stands the sweetest light! The rapture of my life, I write the final chapter - stygian strife. Far too long has hell kept hold! The freedom now to be so bold, the broken bonds were all my own. Within the folds of joy, I cry. Feel the spray of the ocean mist. Breathe in the scent of salty bliss. Afraid no more of unknown risk, within the folds of joy, I cry. No longer do I ask, “Lord, why?" Within the folds of joy, I cry! “The book is written," let it pass. The lasting faith now holds my hand! Forever wrapped in such sweet joy, The final chapter - stygian strife! For my sisters, Becky and Sam Editing by: Sara♥Jean
© Copyright 2009 Writing at Midnight (UN: nickfer0413 at Writing.Com).
All rights reserved.
Writing at Midnight has granted Writing.Com, its affiliates and syndicates non-exclusive rights to display this work. |