mypoems-redemption
Redemption
Fowlling a path
Trees blocking the sun
tightly bounded
tethering you to darkness
The ground a labyrinth
leading you to your demise
The road is worn
So beaten that it dips to a fa slope
Dragging you, pulling you, taking advantage of your fall
Leading you to unacabible demise
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You flail, grasping for light
You grab for branches
But the lack of light makes them fragile and break
You reach for the root of the large tree
the ones the can reach the light
the ones that have fertile soil
you find a root, and are pulled into light
pulled into the sons watchful gaze
© 2021 Victoria Sawyer
