I am not every man
I know silent groanings beneath my ribs
Struggling for freedom
My spirit stretches to escape its
Captor's skin
This wintry world does not exonerate
burning hearts,
So it is
willed to stay
beyond deepest grief.
Plotting, callous, painlessly inflicting pain
Selfish?
I cry for her
aloneness
No more
Of choice
If only for a moment (ache)
Because
I am not every man
roots gather, warming my heart.
My strength looks toward heaven growing
And sometime...when the tree is most beautified
God leans forward and touches it like
A Forever Friend
The fruit exhales its seed on spring’s breath
Valleys are graced as fresh young roots take hold
Of most patient love
With her hand on my chest
Kissing my brow
I am not
Every man







very introspective...thought provoking...I love it..








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