One Word

One Word.

Just one word ,

To convey...

One.. that can’t be

Thrown away.

How wind behind ,

blow ‘s me up..

To the top...

When I’m ..

below...

My watered eyes,

Enough to fill,

Clouds above

With .. :

Unborn ....desires - they,

Will reside,

And find a way,

Through tired veins ,

To make this day....

My own.

So many times woken in..

dark den,

Captive of,

Blanket pall,

Tortures me...

Ruth.. less..ly.

Then morning birds,

Begin to sing,

And wash away..

the torpored night,

Then I hear..

On my mobile phone....

A ping!

With message sent:

“Don’t trash the seeds you have sewn....

Goes on to say:

“They are the tree you can climb..

Through leaves that shine

To find your mind....

To make this day......

In ..fair or foul...

Your own.”

Brian Charles Donnelly

22/4th/19