The Key?
Hope
hope held the key, to the love i held on to
like a kite that just hung, in the sky
fear took the wind, from my wing, in the blue
I saw it grin, as it let me pass by
*
it had no care for my fate, as i fell to the dirt
it was glad to see love take the fall
i don't know why fear just won't heal the hurt
and let me get on with what is left of it all
*
a life full of love sets the pace for your gate
when you lose it, well, it’s just not the same
but i am able to make the best of my fate
beat the odds in life, and take the game
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Kelli Sheckler-Amsden
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Amazing!
Such a positive and powerful poem! Excellent work!
To find love's breath, feel the wind beneath your wings, to find love's gait, only to lose it.... To get back up & finish the race/game, is incredibly heroic. And you've said it incredibly well here, Kelli.
love it; so accurate.