I am hanging on the power lines
my face towards the dark gray skies
as the rain starts to fall on me
making the electricity sizzle
sending sparks down my spine
my energy is keeping the wires alive
as my thoughts race
going up and down the line
if there had been a microphone
attached to the ends
the world would find out
what I think of society
who is facing a steep hill
and about to be taken out
they would find out
that I want to feel joy
and squeeze the wooden pole
of life again
with strong, sturdy arms
they would hear me
talk about God
how He makes my heart speed
over the limit
till I reach Him
So even though
I struggle with life's doubts
I cling to the power lines
of prayer
Please tell me what you think
Comments
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Nice, warm, while the beginning has many descriptors, it slowly pares down by the end to a simple train of thoughts. Beautiful
-Cassidy
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