..you’re standing on the edge of a cliff, are you worried about falling or thinking about soaring?
through the suffocating inside of hell’s furnace
over broken boards littered with the poison of old rusted nails
With fire breathing dragons while simultaneously siphoning Satan’s venom
from your soul
From the bottom of the Atlantic through a school of Great Whites covered in blood to get to the famed shores of hope
Over lakes of quicksand into bushes of poison ivy with the shackles of incarceration on your ankles and wrist
From southern branches like ripe apples waiting to be picked for the autumn harvest
From the throngs of slavery only to be stabbed by the slithering scales of Justice
The mind altering trauma of mass incarceration and run
Away from the barking dogs chasing you through the enchanted forest
Barefoot through the sizzling desert staying hydrated by drinking the venom of the Sidewinder
Past the pack of wolves and around the the bear protecting her precious offspring before engaging in a brutal death match with a hungry Mountain Lion and then climb,
Over the the slippery rocks, through the thick vegetation, and around the gaseous pockets of poisonous air
Through the frost bite, through the avalanches, through the shortness of breathe caused by the lack of oxygen as you ascend to the place that only the great ones go
At the summit of your life, at the edge of the cliff of all the struggle you have been through to get to this point, looking at the breath taking views of destiny, taking deep breaths of purpose…
…are you worried about falling or thinking about soaring? ~ Sean King
Posted on September 21, 2013, in My Thoughts, Poetry and tagged Cliff, Destiny, Fall, Fight, hope, Life, love, Purpose, Soar, Struggle. Bookmark the permalink. 4 Comments.
THIS ONE SOARS LIKE AN EAGLE!!!!
Reblogged this on By the Mighty Mumford and commented:
This is tremendous!
Thank you very much…