Rise

I am lost in a sea of trouble;
yet in this sea a treasure I've found
Rise, I will save myself from these waters
of cutting diamonds and blinding white;
With my dears and my clinkering soul
captured in the belly of blue china;
Yearning to see tiny nesting birds
to learn the rhythm of good, not evil
And clasp hands with mortal angels
to free human sadness, despair and greed
Joy, a treasure I've found at last;
lost in a sea of trouble.


 

The Lone Cat

MA

16 years old

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    raw and hanging, dripping with a sour earthiness
    open your fists, green guava
    soon dropped upon the shore
    of a tall-tiered world, singing of poverty and praises