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Descent

from that place

By Tony MartelloPublished about a year ago • 2 min read
Redemption

I made a descent from that forsaken place,

Had to step back — yeah, it's a damn disgrace.

My mama taught me better than that,

She showed me how to wear intention like a hat.

Took some time, they don’t teach this in school,

So gather ‘round now, let me give you the tool.

We can rise above, we can outgrow that fool.

Yeah, I made a descent from that dark space,

Now I'm dreaming of a warm, loving place.

I made a descent, ‘cause there’s no grace

In a world that keeps love out of its face.

My lady says love always rises above,

She holds me gentle, like a basket of doves.

And when my daughters cry, I know I’ve got to try —

Gotta be the calm, gotta reach for the sky.

When they say they’re not understood,

I stop what I’m doing, try to meet them where I should.

I made a descent from that place,

‘Cause living in anger is a terrible waste.

People chasing shadows, running in haste —

But I slowed it down, gave my heart some space.

When my friends ask how I ride that wave,

I pause for a second, I don’t always know what to say.

But without my ladies, I wouldn't be this way.

Yeah, I made a descent, had to get out that place —

Man, it’s been heavy — what a damn disgrace.

Just had to rise, just had to face

The mirror, the truth, the need to erase.

My daughters ask, “Is there a higher way?”

Makes me want to rise more every day.

It’s okay to let some waves just go,

When you know that your descent is what helps you grow.

I don’t always know how to tell my friends

About this change, this feeling that never ends —

But when an overhead set rolls in,

Life starts reeling, and I begin again.

I made a descent from that place,

Left behind the pain, the rage, the chase.

I want my girls to know they’re my sacred grace,

They’re the reason I found a safer space.

And when my lady lifts a brow,

I remember — she’s the one who showed me how

To descend from that broken place,

And rise above with love, with hope, with grace...

Yeah — to rise above, into the human race.

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Tony Martello

Inspired by salt and surf, Tony delivers the fun depth of the short form story

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    Written by Tony Martello