Till the soil

A poem

Till the soil


Drawing lines 

Your side 

My side

Tumbling away

Toward hatred

Clocked in pretentious lies 

Where boundaries and do never list reside

Truth stands ever taller 

Greener grass lay hidden

Away from critical eyes

Awaiting love & nurture

To bring it forth to life

I am my own everything

Or I am nothing still

I become the courage

Or I face the mill

Every goal held captive

By the demons holding space

Growing wings to conquer

Till the soil

'Till the soul becomes the grace