Carry me

I am walking again
on two feet weak,
even words are hard to speak
and so I write
I am wobbly at best
The strength of me
is being put to test
and I can feel myself
f a l l I n g

Carry me

Hold me up against
these winds of hell
Help me out of this
crumbling shell
I’m ready to stand
two feet strong;
ready to right the wrong

Carry me

Like a rustling brook,
let me be the soft
of a moving current
that carries me to peace

Carry me …

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